Added Smollett’s story about graduation and silence with the analysis of weddings, so to say two in one.
I read these stories and immediately inspired memories.
I am a young man, I am twenty-five years old, all my friends have already married, have children, only Solomon has crashed from one bed to another.
Most of the newly-written wives of my friends had a negative attitude towards me. I was gradually and imperceptibly refused to visit their homes because they thought I was affecting my friends disruptively.
I was upset, but what fucking worse? I can’t find a friend for my whole life.
The selection of brides begins.
This doesn't fit, she left my mate to me, the second gave up when I took the debt to her boyfriend, the third direct master of sex sports, and I realized that the result was only achieved by hardworking training with different partners, and not the fact that she would leave the big sex after marriage, and the fourth on the second date moved into my apartment and dental accessories and a bunch of her underwear.
The search lasted half a year.
And this is how I thought I found her!
The dancer, the graceful figure, the blue eyes and the gentle look, the fifth course of the universe, and most importantly, held the siege of Solomon for four days as the fortress of Mosad against the Romans, though embarrassingly one, she switched to me after an unfortunate love and a break with her boyfriend with whom she had been in contact for about three years.
I began to represent her as my bride and again became a man of hand in the houses of married comrades.
Since youth passed into the late nineties, the circle of communication was diverse, mints, sportsmen, bandits, businessmen, students and so on.
We wanted to eat, so in parallel with the training we carried the pieces from Trabzon and Rize through Batumi, and covered the shops on the substances markets.
A couple of times we saved two thieves in the market from the mass murder, after which they went into their company.
I must say they were a colorful couple. Two brothers, who grew up in Bogatyanovka in the same court with the thief who was still sitting under Stalin, naturally had their upbringing was still that, talk on the fence, life by concepts, but with certain principles, they had their own code of honour. If they respected me and my girlfriend, I introduced her to the bride.
We visited them three times, and Tanya’s name got deep in their brains and became associated with me.
They looked like movie characters, the older brother bald by the name of Phantomas, the younger by the name of Turk.
I became more and more attached to Tana, for three months of almost daily meetings, walking to the left reduced to a minimum, and even the inner voice that quietly inside doubted the correctness of the choice I was stifled with good thoughts about family life and about what I now have like everyone, honorable and noble!
After leaving Tanya to get my diploma, I went to the sea.
On the sea, at the end of the rest, I met a girl with a spotted figure, clear eyes and a beautiful voice, from the sound of which my radar immediately adjusted to work.)
On the third day of my acquaintance, I caught myself in the thought that I had never remembered Tanya, and all my thoughts were about Natasha, and that the wedding I had only imagined with her, and especially that she lived away from me in three stops.
Realizing that it is necessary to forge the iron while it is hot, I literally a couple of months later made her an offer, especially Tanya disappeared unnoticedly from my life, returning to my beloved.
The day of the wedding!
Everyone was invited!
The bridegroom was invited:
- two of my older comrades, the Jewish brothers Solomon and Marik, who gave me money for a new costume and gave me their Mercedes, just expelled from Germany;
- the brothers thieves Phantomas and the Turks, who have just brought a splashed service for twelve persons, plus a box of Turkish liquors just as splashed;)
- two mints, also athletes, who gave Shivaki's telecome, a view and a police bowl;
- athletes colleagues in the number of 10 people;
Doctors, Chinese translator, professional singer
- Many relatives from the village including Mom and Dad;
On the side of the bride was present not so many relatives and several students of law, classmates of the bride.
The wedding was fun, nobody stressed anyone, only I was nervous that every guest after the congratulations shouted bitterly!
The wedding was singing and dancing, the guests were already knitting their noses and their wedding was not worried because there was a sea of alcohol and snacks on the tables.
The toast finally came to the brothers.
I have to say that Phantom's voice was loud and loud, and his vision was weak, and at events he usually did not wear glasses.
After tapping the fork on the glass, he called everyone to attention, took more air into his chest and issued a phrase.
Dear Solomon and Tanya!
The audience was astonished, because the bride's name is Natasha!) But he did not notice anything and went on.
On this solemn wedding day...
And then he captured the voice of my future aunt-who is Tanya? Her name is Natasha, and she is my daughter.
Everyone began to rust, after a few seconds until the Phantom came that he cut, and he decided to fix the situation as he thought it was right.)
So is Solomon! Now tell us where did you fuck Tanya?
The public went out!
There were tears in my bride’s eyes, she looked at me and asked, “What is Tanya?”
I replied as it seemed to me very convincing that I do not know what they are talking about.
She seemed to believe me.)
The word was taken by the younger brother of Turok and after the verse laughed, congratulated us with this holiday.)
The toasts continued, the bride calmed down, and it seemed to me that she had already forgotten everything, and then the uncle on the side of the bride could be seen digesting the information in the alcohol-torn head, asked me - the son-in-law, and what kind of shit was this bald man talking about?)
I quietly poured him a glass of vodka, he immediately forgot his question, drank and went to the nirvana.
The wedding went in its turn, the guests from the cafe went out to smoke and then a couple of people in treniques, shuffles and stickers came to them, turning to the athlete named Fedy with the order to quickly wire to the table and take out two bottles of vodka in order to avoid problems.
Fedea told my friends this loudly, they were already preparing to go out but Phantomas and the Turks were ahead of them, and when I and my friends went out the street, the blacks were lying under the bark in a knock-out, and the brothers were pleased.
Solomon, do you know that a wedding without a fight is not a wedding? It is good that you did not fight with your friends and these passengers appeared, so all the traditions are observed.
I agreed with them!
Yes, the wedding took place in the best traditions, and everything was honorable and noble, and we still live together!)
Once, when we already lived ten years and after the next painting of the wife’s car I long and ugly mocked, she quietly asked, “You probably regret that you fuck Tanya and marry me?”
Anger and anger immediately disappeared, I realized that my choice was right, and I replied that not.
She never reminded me of it again.)