Then, spit on pride, she invented the urgency excuse and called herself. Arrogant tone asked how he feels. The question was rhetorical with sarcastic wipe. The answer implied loud vshripyvaniya and sad meaningful breaths, meaning viaga, live without it. «Normally, - budnichno provorchal Max - otvykayu». Ksyushu thrown into the fire. She does not find a place, she called first, fool Well it is understandable that cause spoof, it could be said has taken the first step, but he has not availed himself ...! Oh well! Well, nothing, dear. Good luck to you with otvykaniem. Nowhere are you from me not deneshsya nor-ku-da! «I am happy for you, - viaga let out Ksyusha - Well, I hurry. So far! »- And do so reply, threw the phone.

Nowhere she did not hurry. During a quarrel with Max has released a pile of free time. Even countries, such a demand viaga, ever taken, all necessary and always Ksyusha provided no correct itself and began to fall nazvanivat friends, especially guys, especially those to whom Maxim usually painfully jealous. She offered to meet, yes, right now, go to the movies, drink viaga, because a hundred years, no see, no, Max would not object. «What quarreled?» - To understand asked friends and rarely agree, but more often referring to employment, apologize and offer another time. But this time Ksyushe not want anyone to call.

Strangely, it seemed that the ordinary quarrel, I can just serezney than ever. It was one hundred percent confident in its power over him. But a week later inconclusive expectations Ksyushe first came to viaga: and suddenly he was no longer come back?

Ten days Ksyusha a truly afraid. All it has evolved into a waiting call. As a young inexperienced mother is afraid for a moment abandon their newborn child, and Ksyusha everywhere pulled from a mobile, viaga, every five minutes checking the display for missed calls, although the sound and vibration apparatus have been installed at a maximum. Including the water in the bathtub, she heard strum phone in the hall, and she barely wind round cloth, flying through the apartment for life-saving sound of a cat pugaya Motika, nenavidevshego closed doors and always wait for perching owner of viaga bathroom. And every time the phone did not justify its promise: it either silent or answer podruzhek votes, with whom she had no desire to talk. And it is dull back into the bath, loud hlopala door, whose funky Motik immediately took his post. A Ksyusha substitute person Thread warm shower, gently erasing salt water with the eye, and still for so long stood, trying not to look at the men's viaga and cream and after shave, doomed to shelf awaiting his master.

She has two new daily ritual: nadryvny crying in the bathroom in the evening and morning tea thoughts on the topic: «What happened?» In these reflections of their domestic Ksyusha going to compromise and allow the impossible: it is not so much treasure is viaga. It used its power over him ... She was able to get all that ... She would often provoked a quarrel, rugalas with Maxim in detail ... But these short-term conflicts were simply emotional détente vypleskom negative feelings. Ksyusha think that they have become accustomed to these painless quarrel, they were required both of them: they like to compete in the rhetorical arts and fine slovoizverzhenii. Is this wrong? Is it wrong?

And today, she saw him. From the bus window, which was traveling home after work. Max stood at the stop with a girl and laugh. Laughing in the present. Grass, it is able to distinguish between his polite laughter from the genuine. So what's wrong. This is the worst that could happen to Ksyushey. Okay alone, separated, but at least hit a couple of weeks for decency. An incredible anger in a pair of devastation and self-pity laid Ksyushu head, she missed the required viaga and reached the final. Short unichizhayuschie thought zasuetilis in the head and desperately zastuchali of whiskey. It neudachnitsa. She does not need. It is earned. She lost it. She herself to blame. It is earned. He has a friend and he with her fun. He has a friend and he with her fun. He has a friend and he with her fun ...

Ksyusha off dopila tomato juice and withdrew from the cafe. A warm June evening affectionately embraced her. In the evening want just to walk around the town and believe that everything will be fine. But its own penalties already in force. It was the act when she saw zalivisto laughed Max. Today, she will do with viaga spite themselves. She wants to walk? - Then it goes home.

Upon entering the apartment, Ksyusha absentmindedly stroked happy Motika, the only creature who has never cast and did not deliver, and the purpose of life which is - wait for it to work. I have. She would be happy to violate their diet: no eating after six nights, but has not because he knew: now all the food will taste a tomato and all beverages - the smell of coffee. Enough food for today torture.

It sluggish pereodelas in an old flannel pizhamu Max that he never clothed since learned that Ksyushi allergic to flannel and lay down to sleep. Ksyusha knew that would not be able to sleep: the clock is a nine-no, but she previously without viaga not lozhilas. It will not be able to sleep and will torment themselves thinking about it. No, she has earned!

"If he comes, I cast him in the neck, and zatseluyu proshepchu:« Only silent, baby, I know ». I push you, and sweet zaroyus in his hand and I will just stand and inhale his scent, the mother, beloved and the natural scent in the world. And he kiss me makushku such tender ottsovskim kiss, which I have every time similar to mind. Why, I never talked to him about it? never told, as I pray that no release when he was hugging me, that does not stop when kisses ... If he had come ... I would do all he spoke. I have talked to him a few hours that can accommodate in one phrase: «I am without you can not» A He would wipe tears and me ... "

Was a call to the door. «No not at home - probormotala Ksyusha, turned to the wall and nakrylas warm blanket Pukhov (another torture - on the street 20 degrees Celsius). Someone outside the door continued to insist to call. Ksyusha vyterla wet with tears face flannel sleeves, finally blurred cosmetics, viaga vlezla in Maksovy favorite plush tapki and hastily prigladiv hair, sadly pobrela in the hall. Not looking to the eye, raspahnula door with a ready greeting: «No, I do not want potatoes ...»

On the eve of Max stood with the bouquet romashek.

- Forgive me, Ksyush.

«What I was thinking there?» - Remembered she thought two-years ago, - «Something I met him say if he comes, but, well, yes!», - And suddenly a cynical tone, seasoned wipe, zagundosila:

- Ta-ak, and you two weeks, paralyzed, lying in a coma, right? No call or come can not be, right? Or the time was not razvlekalsya with its new liabilities? Hohotun stopping! Well, what do you stand on the threshold, neighbors gladden our swearing? You do not represent ...

- Ksyush, this is my pajamas and my tapki.

- I know, baby ... - for a moment lost its Ksyusha set the tone, but then corrected - What viaga again I interrupt? As for the perennial habit: I interrupt! To stop girlfriend to interrupt you, but I ...

- Lord, I miss! But look awful, Ksyush! Ink is your blurred. A whole day today, I smeyus: agreed that the evening will go to tolerate, that's gone cheerful all day long. Katku met at the stop, remember, class, I have told you, remember? Motka, Otvali ... - murmured Hi, otpihivaya wits with happiness and the lack of attention to the cat while staskivaya with crying from happiness Ksyushi its old flannel pizhamu ...