A couple of years ago we lived with a friendly company in the outskirts of Moscow. In fact, I, my friend Vital and my friends are a very nice couple of Svetya and Andrei.

Time passed, Vitaly also got a girl.

Andrei, apparently realizing that the people in the hut became crowded, suddenly dropped the light and dropped it in an unknown direction. Light courageously survived the gap and struck the head to work and alcoholism.

Being also an avid drinker, I realized that I found a very good interlocutor and partner for joint drinking various tasty and not very drinks.

The light did not resist, on this background we became good friends, but no more. Despite the fact that the girl was quite sympathetic to herself, what to say, distracted, I was not in a hurry to translate our relationship into a horizontal position. I didn’t want it, and that’s all. She did not show any signs of attention.

One day, after a very interesting conversation about books, literature and more, Svetlana gives me a book to read. As an honest person decided to read, I liked it, but since I recently completely got rid of paper books, I dumbly downloaded it to the reader and read it on the way to work and back.

After reading this masterpiece of literature, I returned the book with gratitude. In return, he got another one, jumped with the same machete, and then returned again.

These book preparations lasted about two months. Gradually our feasts stopped, then I left the city for two months and the communication stopped.

A month ago we unexpectedly crossed up, talked and, having decided to mark this case, rushed to my home.

After a couple of glasses, the conversation smoothly went on to the subject of personal life, relationships and other things and it turned out that it turned out then she had quite a look at me, and I, such a brake, did not understand this. To my observation that it was not very obvious, followed by the response that she hinted and even said it in direct text.

I ask, what did I say? Which direct text? That is, he responds. I wrote to you, idiot, notes in every book, and you, little of what you have never answered, have not even read a single book.