Book: The Heifers. A tale of false love. Page 3

Beautiful boy, beautiful girl - what could be easier?

Huge brown eyes, surprised look, plump lips, hair pulled into a bun - a young student, a beginner's dream visitor of porn sites. But if there are students mostly played by porn actress thirty years, in this case, all without the bases. She really nineteen or twenty, fresh skin, no wrinkles around the eyes, and most importantly - eyes. Yes, the main difference between thirty years of pornomodele from real students - not the state of the body, and look. Such a pure innocent gaze is neither Chase lane or Pamela Anderson, you believe me, as an old fan of Magma. This view is only for students of the third or fourth year, who came to Moscow to gnaw granite science from Saratov, Rostov, Novosibirsk and Samara. The fifth course, after exercise with granite, they grow huge fangs, at the same time losing fascinating enthusiasm in his eyes.

It's everywhere: at the bar, in the folds of tablecloths on the tables, in the hair of the other girls here, in the folders menu. They smell waiters, raznositsya visitors and guests of the capital. It's the smell of freshly printed hundred dollar bills. Here everything smells of money! Maskva!

She looks twenty-five (when silent), tells everyone that she
almost twenty-six, although a month ago she turned twenty-three.

Drinking only... well, almost everything, except vodka.

- And you that a lot of regular girls? - hatch me Vova, what sounds in his performance as "are you really engaged in oral sex with hedgehogs?".

I'm waiting for the tram.

Running past the girl hands me a stack of leaflets of SPS calling to support a gay pride parade. To heap on the leaflet and even the slogan is printed: "to Increase the birth rate!"

- Honesty is so rare in our time, - she smiles.
As the lack of silicone in the lips, I think.

Lena does not attend night clubs (complexion), doesn't smoke (complexion) and often prevents the entry of sperm on the face (it seemed!).

Do you really think that the answer to the question "how are you" to tell the biography, starting with the fact of his birth in the County General store?

About these feelings I'm afraid to say. Take, for this student. I wanted to really love her, with jealousy, expectations at the door, collapse email, ICQ and phone. But I was afraid to love, you know? I am scared that after some time, everything will certainly become a whore, will apositsia, will be exchanged for a petty-bourgeois way of life, livability, and after that cheap ***key on the side of mutual lies and scandals.

When you refer to women as bitches you yourself turn into a bull. Stupid brainless bull. But somewhere out there in the depths, you're not a bull, right?!

When he leaves, you're losing your mind. Grief, jealousy, resentment. He is so sweet, so touching, so loving - he just could not do it. First, you just don't understand what happened, call his friends, ask the friends, thinking that something had happened. But they just shrug or grunt that you've seen recently, but "not very sure when exactly." You start to think about the worst: he was hit by a car, he is in serious trouble, he was in the hospital, he... Loving being blindly. We throw, we trampled into the ground, and we see nothing. Believe, love, hope. Understanding comes later. In two weeks. He left. Left. Betrayed. Ran. It's not around any more.