Frying pan.
Story.
Jealousy sometimes leads to tragic consequences. Sometimes jealousy may suffer ass innocent person. Do not believe me? Read:
Krasnoyarsk airport "North"
absorbed big city - is dedicated to ...
Did you, when you may be, to live near the airport? No, and rightly so! Life outside the airport nightmarish in every way. But often it so happens that the residence we do not choose, but rather it is the damned concept of "residence" at times self chooses us. And the majority of our long-suffering country, never had no such pleasure to choose their place of residence. Seventy years people lived where they were given an apartment. And many were happy to stay at least for a crater, if only in his own apartment. But still, there are circumstances where the place of residence, and the exact location of your home and apartments, can play in your destiny is very cruel joke, and the more the joke can be very cruel, if you manage to live near the airport ...
Airfield presence in the heart of a big city is a lot of inconvenience. Rumble and roar of a plane taking off normally do not give not only sleep, but also easy to operate. Imagine stotonnuyu carcass one hundred and fifty fourth Tupolev, which roars up from the runway, engines roaring hysterically. Shaking dishes, furniture and even walls. In addition to the screens, a giant pterodactyl spits on the roofs of the city tons of aviation fuel, which is poisonous and dangerous to health. Well, if God forbid ... in mind for some reason this iron pandora suddenly collapses .... If at all is bleak ... besides aircraft, there is another reason the danger of finding the airport to the city limits ... it is located in a residential area of the terminal building. After passengers themselves (especially tranzitniki) bring a lot of trouble and a nuisance. They are hanging around the local shops, creating queues and bustle, litter, drinking alcohol on the playground and in the hallways crap because of lack of public toilets in the vast territory of the Soviet Union ....
Sergey Sukhomlinsky lived right next to the airport. District in the city, where two-Sukhomlinsky had Khrushchev, was located near the edge of the aviation facilities ....
Sergey came home from work with a bad mood. The fact was that he was again sent on a mission. And although this time he had to go to the capital, the trip is not happy. Even in a noisy almost crazy Moscow Sergey was a dozen times, so no pleasant thrill of the upcoming visits to the capital, the vulnerable and sensitive soul Sukhomlinsky observed.
Sergey engineer economist at one of the trusts for fifteen years. During this time, he has been behind hundreds of trips in all directions vast Soviet Union. Where he just was not! The permafrost and Chukotka in the endless desert of Kara-Kum, on the Pacific coast, the azure coast of the Crimea and the Baltic amber shallows. Another man, a lover of what may be traveling and traveling, perhaps glad to such a fate, but Sergei Petrovich is depressed, angry, and sometimes he felt that if he did not go crazy, then let us make sure what - or whether anything stupid. Sergey did not trust ... to his wife. Rather jealous and suspected that he had long it is not true.
Sergei Petrovich seemed that as soon as he was removed on a business trip, his wife at his home will certainly suit sex orgy with their lovers. But who were these people, Sukhomlinsky not know ....
The term "lover" he put a purely abstract image of a man who, not having the face and sometimes even adding some of the body, simply and boldly he had sex with his wife in the marriage bed Sukhomlinsky.
His wife Sergey lived for twenty years. They grew up the son of Victor, the other day he was fourteen. A birthday Sergey gave Vita Import football that he hardly bought in one of his trips to Kaunas. Sukhomlinsky loved his son, but sometimes it still had bad thoughts. Over the years, less and less like a boy on him and this is even more fueled distrust of his wife.
Sukhomlinsky times it seemed that Victor did not his child, and the wife just cleverly rigged facts pregnancy from Sergei Petrovich fifteen years ago. And then there's just a hobby Vitya football fanatic, who himself Sukhomlinsky hated arguing that stupid and useless sport not. In general, everything was strange.
Wife of Sergei Petrovich, was a prominent woman. Usually at work in the smoking of such men say, "That's a female!". Indeed at forty Klavdiya looked at thirties. Regular features, no wrinkles, perfect figure with a wasp waist and a magnificent bust. Add to that slender and long legs, and you have a sexy ideal for men of all ages. We glance at it as seventeen years old youths and old men deep. And most importantly, complementing distrust and jealousy Sukhomlinsky to his wife, it's her job. Klavdiya worked in the hotel and not by whom or whether, as the administrator. Constant communication with a large number of guests, among which were mostly men, made the likelihood of germination invisible horns on his head Sukhomlinsky almost real.
Sergey himself at forty-five, had already accumulated a lot of polyset and abdomen. Though of course it did not look like Quasimodo, but still against Claudia Ivanovna looked like dog yard to the thoroughbred sheepdog.
Having been in the hands of traveling certificate, Sukhomlinsky trudged to his boss to ask not to send him on a mission. And no matter how ridiculous it sounds, but his boss Sergey jealous wife. Sukhomlinsky seemed that he has designs on his wife, as long patrols Sergei Petrovich, too, the work of his hands. Special promises to distant travel, this is just a way to meet with unrestricted Claudia Ivanovna. Moreover, that is almost always the chief hello to his wife Sukhomlinsky. And the tone of these messages from the mouth of the chief, as it seemed to Sergei Petrovich was very sarcastically.
"You bastard! Bastard! I'll show you how to covet other people's wives "- cried myself Sukhomlinsky, rising to the second floor of the trust, where the study guide.
But his military ardor suddenly dried up as soon as Sergey stepped into the waiting room. Because of the high wooden racks, stared at him a couple of curious eyes young secretary boss. Sukhomlinsky confused and loud sigh, he turned back. Bleached blonde fought off another shot on a typewriter, after departing Sergei Petrovich.
"What will I tell him? What I can blame him, after all the evidence that I have not ... "- muttered under his breath itself Sukhomlinsky.
Unnoticed, he went out and went home.
There was no one home. Sergei Petrovich snapped coat on a chair in the hallway and looked for slippers. They are as always very difficult to find. Sukhomlinsky walked the empty apartment and cursed out loud. So he let off steam.
- Damn it all pobral! You bastards! All you bastards! Wherever you look throw in the country, around one svolota! His mother, ... where these fucking shoes!?
Not finding the home footwear Sergey flopped on the couch and took the coffee table "Pravda" tried to read the editorial. But the information about the "early implementation of the plan" and "millions of tons of grain in bins homeland" had not climbed. Sergey impatiently threw a newspaper and walked into the kitchen.
Wife came as usual at seven. Sergey shuddered when I heard the opening door.
- Honey, are you home? - Heard the voice of Claudia Ivanovna.
Sergey did not answer. He heard she takes off her coat, heard rustling shopping bags, heard she went into the kitchen and slammed the iron something on the table. All this is even more frustrating Sukhomlinsky.
- Honey, Sergei, you did not answer? Repeated the question Claudia Ivanovna.
- Look what I bought. Claudia Ivanovna, appeared in the kitchen before Sergei Petrovich, his hands behind his back.
Sukhomlinsky seeing flushed ruddy face wife, felt a strange dull aching sucking intestines.
- Guess what I have there?
Klavdiya leaned to her husband and kissed him on the cheek, still something to hide behind. Sukhomlinsky smiled tightly.
- What else? - Forced it out of himself.
- That's it! - Triumphantly exclaimed Claudia and thrust under his nose Sergei Petrovich, something big and iron.
For a moment Sukhomlinsky not understand it, but in the second, it was clear ... that ... this is a common new pan, covered in red enamel.
- Pans or what? - Forced a Sukhomlinsky indifferently.
- Do not pan, and the pan with teflon! Deficit! It's not undercooked anything! Got it or not? This to me to pull to stand out! - Solemnly declared Claudia Ivanovna.
- On what this cronyism? Who is it you are committed? - Looking suspiciously at his wife, said Sergey.
- Oh, what a difference to you? Does it matter who? Importantly given, and to be honest, I'm one Khmyrov lodged in a hotel, and he was a representative of the plant itself, which produce these same pan ... say a joint Soviet-French company! That's all - Claudia Ivanovna smiled and kissed his cheek Sukhomlinsky.
- I do not like these are your representatives ... - quietly and sadly Sergey muttered, wiping a trace of lipstick on his cheek.
- Sergei, what's wrong with you? That I have some slack? - The wife looked at Sukhomlinsky.
And as if to analyze its condition, concluded.
- So, clearly .... trip again! Where to this time?
- In Moscow, ... - Sergey said the quiet and looked down.
- Poor thing you're mine! But here they are, I will wait! I'm going to own this Andrew I.! - Claudia Ivanovna sat down on a stool next to standing.
Sukhomlinsky winced at the name of his boss. He immediately presented a scene in the office of the chief. And all the details just flashed in an instant. He suddenly saw the hated Andrew I. flunked Klavdiya directly on the desktop, and that loud moaning, spread her arms and somehow dumped heavy cast iron inkwell in the form of the Kremlin towers. This picture shuddered Sergei Petrovich high falsetto and he shouted to his wife:
- Do not you dare! I forbid you!
- What's wrong with you ... Serge! What are you yelling about? If not, you will not! .... Only later on himself penalties, that you have to, as a kid, hanging out all over the Union! And do not roll me in hysterics as his behavior and honey sweet and loud sighs! - Suddenly snapped Sukhomlinsky Klavdiya.
In her tone, feel the metal, which he had not noticed before. Usually Claudia was always restrained and polite. Sergei Petrovich even a little scared and confused answered
- Do not Claudia, I ask ... do not .... I'll take care of itself ...
Wife turned and said quietly to the side:
- Fuck you! Razbiralschik fucking! You're already here fifteen years all out! Son of fourteen, and he got three months of the year sees! Consider, he grew up without you. All the traveling dad is! Also my father!
Sergey again started. And looked at her in confusion:
- What do you mean?
- Nothing I did not want to say! I just do not want to talk to you about it.
Claudia Ivanovna got up and went into the room. Sukhomlinsky realized that they were serious quarrel. Such quarrels during their life together was only three, and that at the very beginning, ten years ago, twelve. Under the quarrels they had not spoken for a month. Sukhomlinsky realized that the evening is spoiled completely.
The eight came from training Victor. Half an hour later we all gathered at the kitchen table. We had dinner in silence. Son was silent, because tired, Claudia Ivanovna did not want to talk first, and suffered from Sukhomlinsky anticipation of the forthcoming trip.
We went to sleep too early. But sleep Sukhomlinsky failed. He tossed all night. He was particularly annoyed quiet and steady breathing beside sleeping wife. Her quiet sleep like showed that she had fallen out of love and she did not care about their quarrel. Moreover, the wife several times, whispering in his sleep. But the words could not make out Sukhomlinsky.
"I guess the name of the donkey says, quite insolent! In bed with her own husband "- thought Sergei Petrovich.
The morning was gray and gloomy. Although it was not raining, but there was evidence of the fact that just about from the sky zakropit small cold autumn Vodicka.
Sergey, wearing slippers known as trapped by the bed, stumbled to the bathroom. There staring at his reflection, with large gray circles under the eyes in the mirror, sadly whispered,
- Who do you need ... gray ...
Breakfast passed fizzaryadki the sounds coming from the wall radio. Victor, would not be the After finishing his portion of eggs, made hastily several large gulps of tea ran to school, on the run from the hallway shouting on duty:
- While Dad!
Klavdiya dirty dishes piled in the sink, took off her cute lace apron which she sewed a long and dry kissed her husband on the cheek
- Serge ... vymoesh dishes ... be a good girl. Things I'll cook ... razor, soap and towel gather himself. Look ... there in Moscow, not much shawl ..
Sergei Petrovich frowned and turned to the window. Klavdiya more did not bother him, and a minute later, he heard the front door slam.
Left alone in an empty apartment, Sergey trudged for the journey. Sbrosav of the old yellow leather suitcase, a traditional set of traveler, he sat down on the sofa. To the plane, it was still more than two hours. And given that the house is a few hundred meters from the terminal building that was a whole great lot of time.
Sergey tried to read the paper, but looking at the sad article about the "labor victory" and "the early five-year plans", I realized that would not be able to read. Especially in my head all swirled yesterday quarrel with his wife.
- Baker's trip ... so very ... personal life goes downhill ...
Sergey went to the player and play the first available record.
- All are kings ... all ... can ... kings ... - squeal from the speakers singer.
Sergey smiled sadly.
"What kind of stupidity? Who writes the songs? The same kind of parody, sounds like all the secretaries are all can secretaries of regional committees ... Regional Committee. Where censorship looks? ... Stupidity "- thought Sukhomlinsky.
As if echoing him, speaker spat
- Marry for love ... marry for love ... can not ...
Sergey nervously tugged pickup. Needle ran over the black surface of a vinyl disc and creaked high abstraction.
"That's right to marry for love ... they can not beasts ... so ... strange women ... stare ..." - sick memory slashed thought.
Sukhomlinsky stepped polished to a large TV box and turned the switch. Inside and crackled from the womb, electronic apparatus voices of the actors.
- Who else of you commissar body wants to try!
"And then about the body, that kind of attack?" - Internally troubled Sukhomlinsky and not waiting for the appearance of the image on the green glass tube, turn off the TV.
Realizing that one will be in the apartment at all unbearable, Sukhomlinsky decided to go to the station early.
Dirty front door slammed behind heavy sound coming apart. Street met piercing wind and drizzling rain. Sergey with the collar of the coat, looked at the gray sky contrary.
"Well, the same umbrella with you not drag. The main thing that flight is not canceled, though like fine rain. "- Thought Sukhomlinsky clenched in his hand and moved the suitcase to the train station. On the bench sat a neighbor, revealing black dome umbrella.
- P. Good morning, again ... no where to go? - Asked meticulous grandmother.
"On the conscience of the court, to your energy, but in my best interest, you will have to consider how you are interested in, for Klava watch" - thinking, looked at his grandmother and Sukhomlinsky aloud added:
- P., sent to Moscow's, can bring what?
- My dear, if I may so marshmallow, candy, sweet love Shipka, and stores, the iris as tar, yes Dunkina joy, teeth broken! - Grandma punished.
- Okay, try a pound, more hardly, and the aircraft will not be allowed.
On the sidewalk had to dodge, trying to soak your feet in the puddles. Sergey stride. Gray terminal building around the corner seemed gray hulk magic castle. Sharp spire stuck in dull overcast sky. Typical son Stalin empire has long lost its former glory smooth arches and delicate bend the large windows. Sad features of time in the form of peeling walls and corners frayed patched once pompous station building.
Passenger vanity brethren Sukhomlinsky delayed for another entrance. Announcer's voice sounded nasty and smelled of State-owned sugary cakes. A huge amount of the waiting room snapped lack of space in the chair. Sukhomlinsky used to it. The Soviet state could not provide their air pilgrims basic amenities in the road. Baby crying and rumbling polishers indispensable
attribute any airport union. Sergei Petrovich looked at the distribution panel box. His flight was hanging a thin line sentence in flight.
- Thank God, like no delay! - Breathed a short, little man in fur boots and warm hats.
- You, too, in Moscow? - Asked Sukhomlinsky.
- Yeah ... - prourchal neighbor, absorbing nasty carcass patties. - From Turruphansku ... flying .... pl ... pl ... - prochavkal his mouth
- Long Road, well, God forbid, not delay - nodded Sukhomlinsky.
Understanding what drives within an hour will be flour, Sergey went outside under the awning pavilions.
Near the door of the police line rushed screaming man:
- Hey, you bastards, open up! I'll be late for the flight! Immediately! I'll be late for the flight, who is? Hey, police, go immediately! - Demanded an invisible man.
Policemen were not there. Perhaps, the prisoner had the misfortune to get drunk in the road and was spending his stopover in dirty boxing room drunk tank.
- Hey, people who have, say, call the police!
But the calls went unanswered. Only a couple of Yakuts curiously watched the quivering shock door. Their eyes were slanted interest.
"You have something in the tundra of the circus there, here's a look at our civilization" - looking at the northerners thought Sukhomlinsky.
Hour lasted for days. Sukhomlinsky, sacrificing a suitcase and threw it into a corner and sat on top. But the sacrifice was in vain. Nasty voice from the speaker as a verdict of fate croaked information:
- Flight number one hundred forty-eight in mind weather conditions delayed the airport for two hours! Again, the flight number of one hundred forty-eight ...
Sukhomlinsky spit and almost got to the neighbor. But he could hardly get angry, because it was sleeping peacefully in large suitcases, his face covered by the newspaper.
- Well, there's your all weather aircraft, ... - sadly murmured Sukhomlinsky.
Home did not want to go. Remembering the empty apartment, Sergey shivered. Stay alone with your thoughts unpleasant privacy.
"It's generally a bad sign back. Plane iron bird "- argued Sukhomlinsky.
Although he was not a superstitious man, but before the flight tried to follow the tradition. No, he was not afraid to fly, on the contrary, he liked flying, but still, deep down, when the multi-ton machine approach, he sometimes imagined that the ship might miss.
But to break all the superstitions can only hunger. An hour later, Sergei Petrovich felt that the stomach sends signals about lunch time. And, since eating a blue hen rations delayed flight on a non fixed term Sukhomlinsky decided to eat.
However, going to visit an aunt in a thick greasy white sleeves, he realized that he sent her a cake sold inside the stomach is unlikely to. Together with the requirement of food, the body issued a gag spasm. Smiling street vendor, Sergei Petrovich walked in the station buffet. But even there, all wanting to eat a boiled egg drink cold coffee drink with a funny name "Barley Spike" was so great, that stand in it was not some perspective.
- We see the fate back home to go to, - concluded Sergey.
Sukhomlinsky walked toward the house.
"Strange, I, many seconded only dream, so that there can not dream and dream, what would this way, the house next door! Five minutes and the train station, five minutes, and the house! Delayed flight, well, to hell with it, went home went, and I? No, I'm weird. Others only dream of such a can "- thought Sukhomlinsky.
But then, he was interrupted by another nasty inner voice: "And what is there to ask for? Trip twice in six months, half a lifetime spent as a train station, the wife as a passenger is, what is there to dream, no, it does not look like a dream come true "
The yard was deserted. Sleet and rain dispersed all children. Wet blue sad sadly hid under the old table tennis. Sukhomlinsky slowly squished through puddles. Rumpled yellow suitcase in his hand sticking persistently and rubbed his leg. Near the entrance stood a gray "Volga". Sukhomlinsky involuntarily stopped and looked at the car. Familiar tsifirny several numbers slashed consciousness. The car was obviously familiar with him. Sergey racked his memory, and tried to remember where he had seen the "Volga".
Oh, the horror! Information issued by the brain were cold hands and nearly fired battered suitcase. This machine is director of the hotel, where his Claudia Petrovna. "Here it is, here it is! So all true! So all suspicion, though! "- Thoughts raced in my head Sergei Petrovich.
Sukhomlinsky stood rooted to the spot. What to do, he just did not know.
"As corny just enter the house. No, you have something to decide "- painfully repeated his brain.
Get crushed on the asphalt, Sergey went to the side of children's fungi. There, standing behind the curve swings, Sukhomlinsky tried to pull myself together.
"What am I not a man, to come in and fill his face, but rather add on both! Claudia bitch and everything! "- Prompting one of the inner voices.
"No, she's the mother of your son changed his mind! What you'll get it! You simply put the son in a boarding school, just to get a divorce, give it up, to exchange an apartment and live without fear, no fear, no cheating, no betrayal "- whispered the second.
Confused in its contradictory consciousness Sukhomlinsky did not know what to do. Of course, you can just quietly go away and pretend that I left, and then return from a business trip and looking in the false face of his wife, to tell her the truth and walk away, slamming the door. No. On such Sergey could not decide. After all, when it would have had to suffer slowly for three weeks in Moscow. And it would be even more torture.
Sukhomlinsky, leaving battered suitcase in the wet sand, moved decisively to podedu. The driver was dozing at the wheel of the "Volga".
"Quite brazen, even the driver did not let go, they do so quickly" that "do? Lord! What an abomination! "- Knocked thoughts in his head.
At the door of the entrance, he stopped for a moment. His fingers tightened convulsively cold metal handle.
- Come what may! - Sergey encouraged himself and pulled the door.
Legs moved poorly. Height of the steps seemed higher than ever before. Red interior door, as if the last signal slowed Sukhomlinsky. But he again stood in indecision, moved forward. Hands reached for the bell:
- Stop what you're doing, keys, ... - he whispered to himself.
Hand nervously fumbled a bunch of iron in his pocket. Keys stubbornly entangled in the folds of clothing. Tremulous movement he slowly inserted the iron hook. The door opened quietly and tensed. Loops, like helping Sukhomlinsky without uttering a single squeak. Sergey ducked into the shade hallway.
The apartment was quiet, except for the kitchen was heard faint hiss. Sukhomlinsky slowly moved deeper into the home. On the gas stove was new, red pan. Posvistovaya weakly, her roasted chicken.
"Ah, here it is the pan? That's why buying update! Chicken treat "- angry thought Sergei Petrovich.
The bedroom door was half open. Sukhomlinsky as detective crept closer. Feet stumbled on a dark cloth. Sergey considered it men's trousers. Casually otpihnuv them aside, he moved on. From the back of the room Sukhomlinsky heard creaking springs. A huge double bed mattress their published chaotic melody movement began. Sergey breath and looked into the bedroom.
On their wedding bed, he saw his old nightmare. Male tight buttocks violently went down, then up. Beautiful female legs wide apart on the sides. The movement of bodies and excited breathing, squeaking and rustling mattress bedding. Suddenly, the sharp high cries announced that lovers included a higher phase of bliss. Men's ass twitched more rhythmically.
Sukhomlinsky away. He wanted to scream, but he restrained himself. The idea was born unexpectedly. Stupid, violent revenge pushed him back into the kitchen. Standing at the stove, Sukhomlinsky groaned weakly. Red large frying pan slashed across his eyes ....
Sergey, little realizing their actions, maintaining a steady shot sizzling chicken and went to the bedroom. Step by step ... step ... Vengeance
The man was clearly in shock. Claudius must be satisfied! Sharp quick movements and moan! Istomny shrill moan females! Animal sounds enjoying sex!
"Bitch! Do you miss me?! "- The last thing he thought Sukhomlinsky, extending his hand.
Big Red frying pan, like a huge cover, laid back man. Buttocks hissed at the sudden touch ...
- A-ah-ah! A-ah-ah! - There was a crazy man cry.
But Sergey heard him out in the hallway. It is as elusive Avenger flying from the place of reckoning.
- And-and-and ... - raced out of the apartment. Stage entrance merged into a single line.
Distraught from perfect, Sukhomlinsky fell into the lobby entrance. The old door has hit, released on the street. Sergey collapsed on the bench. His shoulders nervously rose from the intense breathing.
- Lord, what I did? His ass, I burned his ass! Ha! Ha-ha-ha! - And Sukhomlinsky went into hysterical laughter.
He woke up, the touch of someone's hand. A man's voice calling him reached slowly.
- Sergei ... Sergei, .... - Could be heard from far away. - Sergei, Sergei-... uh ... why ... why-at ... you s-s ... do not fly away ... st-l ...
"What a familiar voice?" - Thought Sukhomlinsky. And at this moment ....
Before him was Claudia Ivanovna. As always neatly dressed in a new coat and boots.
- Sergei, why do not you fly away? - Insisted his wife.
Sukhomlinsky stared blankly at his wife and what he could not understand. He forced a weak sound issue.
- Where have you been?! ...
- Sergei, what is it I'm coming out of the store ... and you're sitting on the bench disheveled .... Once wildly laughing ... are you drunk?
Sukhomlinsky returned to consciousness. Klavdiya again glared at him and shook her by the sleeve
- Answer me, what happened? You, why not fly away?
- And you, where it was? - Once again forced a Sukhomlinsky.
- I tell you, in the store. Coming home, you're sitting on the bench ... you that bad ... are you drinking?
But Sukhomlinsky not answer ... he just asked.
- And then what? - Sergey pointed to entrance.
Klavdiya stared at the door.
- There! ... Where there! ... There door ... by the way ... I take time off from work. Vaughn took the car head. - Claudia Ivanovna nodded to the gray "Volga". - He told me it gave an hour. Must go, yes, Faith has arrived! Sister, cousin and her husband from Vladivostok. Remember, Faith and Volodya, for ten years, no see. So I take time off, they train, they change there! Went home at least say hello, since I did not fly away! They are at home with us. I still ran into the store, they are there on the new chicken fry pan set! - Klavdiya husband pulled up to the entrance.
- So there is faith? Volodya? Volodya! - Muttered Sukhomlinsky taken aback.
And then he seemed to rousing, rested like a sheep and yelled
- No, I will not go ...!
Klavdiya suspiciously looked first at the entrance, then at her husband and said:
- You what? What happened to you? Come hungry eat chicken, I guess. By the way you look, I told you about nepodgoraemuyu pan, now, himself, make sure it is not undercooked ....
Ship shuddered and seemed frightened and began to shake the chassis on a concrete slab. Turbine howled hysterically reverse. "Our plane landed safely ... temperature for bot ... and the commander of the crew ..." - his voice was heard in the speakers stewardesses.
Sukhomlinsky yawned and stretched on the top shelf of a suitcase. The curve of the back passenger boarding bridges helpfully twisted in space by the door liner. Sergey padded rubber on the stairs and stepped onto the concrete airfield.
"I love coming back to my city .... Suddenly ... the evening ... "- murmured to himself the words of unknown bard songs Sergey.
Two weeks trip to the capital flew negligible. It is not strange trip was successful and enjoyable. Sukhomlinsky deep breath and started to leave the city. Obsessive taxi drivers stubbornly dragged flown for sleeves, offering his services.
- Hey, Uncle, where we will go? - Sergei Petrovich shouted belligerently burly man in a leather cap.
Sukhomlinsky waved and poddernuv yellow suitcase and trotted down the street. Native court met puddles and muddy leaves on the pavement. On a bench near the entrance sat Petrovna, staring intensely at the silhouette Sukhomlinsky.
- Rubbish Pyatrovich, with the arrival of how she was Maskva? Pastilles, then brought back to be treated with? - Greeted his grandmother.
Sergey smiled and took out a paper bag opening his bag.
- Here, take ... fairing ... GUM bought ... accidentally ... in Moscow, too, something bad with the products after the Olympics ..
- Thank you, and your house, ... - P. nodded and grabbed the bag from hand Sukhomlinsky.
Turning the key and he's home. From the kitchen came the call. Sukhomlinsky dropped cloak and dirty shoes.
- Oh, Serge arrived! - Voice squeaked cousin Claudia Ivanovna.
- Seryozhenka flew! - Came out of the kitchen his wife.
Sukhomlinsky stretched into a smile and somehow awkwardly staggered to the bathroom. Klavdiya hugged and kissed her husband.
- Come on, hands pomoesh, ... - she whispered passionately, leading him to the bathroom.
Closing the door on the latch, she started to unbutton his pants.
- Claudia, Claudia, are you? - Step back from it Sergey.
But my wife does not listen to him. Rapid movements she pulled off his jacket and crushed his body to the wall
- I miss you, oh, Sergei! ... - Claudia P. moaned.
Sukhomlinsky surrendered under the pressure of a woman and pulled her into his arms.
- Are you like mad! Some hungry? ... - He whispered to her. - Quiet please groan! .... Relatives hear! ...
Ten minutes later, all had dinner in the kitchen. Claudia Ivanovna, content, and then puts a husband helping. Faith, with an embarrassed smile, looked askance at Sukhomlinsky. Only her husband was sad. Vladimir ate standing up, put the plate on the fridge. Chew a piece, he said:
- And I, frankly, was used to standing there, in the cafeteria, sleep, nothing, in the abdomen, but the toilet still difficulties ...
- Doctors say they will soon be able to sit well be the same this holiday! Who knew that you have to have, like, ... - Due to Vera.
- Vera, come on, it's uncomfortable, wow what bastards! In our apartment, I do not understand how that I did not close the door? After all, smart enough? Hooligans! - Interrupted Claudia Petrovna.
Sukhomlinsky stared at his wife.
- Yes, Serge, guys, we wanted to leave, we have a transplant done well for a couple of days to visit, and now this! - Explained his wife.
- What happened? - Like an actor cue forced himself Sergey.
- Oh, you know, well, when you flew, the day they came, and some bastard, well, it's ... you know, Vladimir pan seared hot right here at home ...
- Yeah, really, how did this happen? - Sukhomlinsky looked at Faith.
She lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
- Well, you know, Vladimir went to wash ... and then the door opened, and of one frying pan to him, well, on the buttocks, in general, ... intimate place - said his sister Claudia Petrovna.
- Wash went? Bastards, who else could it be? Maybe Vitka friends do joke? - Outraged Sukhomlinsky.
- Why are not currently jokes! - Vladimir growled from the fridge.
- And where the pan-then this? Something I can not see it? Well, the new that you purchased before I left? - Asked Sergey.
- You know, Sergei, then I broke it ... bent out of anger ... - again, his voice Vladimir.
Klavdiya sighed and added.
- Yes, sorry ... Teflon pan ... but oh to hell with it!
Sukhomlinsky started and dropped his fork.
- Well I had forgotten quite! - Sergey ran into the corridor.
There digging in the trunk, he pulled out an object wrapped in newspaper.
- Here, Claudia, I bought you a present!
Sukhomlinsky, tearing the paper, handed Klavdiya big red pan with Teflon. In the heart of the black disc shining red heart!
April 2004