Universe on the sixth floor

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

Creating a family is a responsible thing. It has always been this way, and it still occurs today. The newlyweds have to answer for a lot: will four hot ones be enough to bless the future family life, will the guests like confetti from dollar bills, will the results of the photo session fit into the presented photo album, and in general, “Petya, where is my royal dress? I’m not a queen without him, and you’re not a king either! And the apartment, the apartment will be in the teeth?"

“Certainly, dear! She will be instead of a scepter!"

Thoughts swirl like a whirlwind … both his and hers. They create their own microcosm, the center of the Universe.

She is of an indefinite, carefully hidden age, with the lexicon of an accountant and the soul of a gentle princess, all in anticipation of a happy, well-fed, drunken family life. In dreams, fuchsia castles are drawn, travel, outfits and a feast in the mountains, preferably around the clock and without prejudice to the manicure. And all this next to the beloved, the only one, devoted and loyal, like a musketeer to his queen. “Well, then, as we walk heartily, come on, kids! But better than one: we will strengthen our alliance, with poop, snot, we will suffer once and then drink and have fun. And the chest will not sag, and the figure, like a girl's (and the brains are at the same level), and my husband with me, will not be tempted by someone else's, elastic fetus. And we will find a job for him for better money: otherwise some experiments, schmopy, physics, schmizika - somehow out of date. Oh, how good, how wonderful! What life would have come then! How I thought of everything: I made a whole life balance! Oh yes I am! - She even clapped her hands with joyful excitement, not noticing how the gusts of air carry the fallen male wings far, far from their future small universe. He did not notice this either, how sweetly-tenderly and, most likely, forever suppressed his will, how the glass of his ideas and noble impulses crunch under graceful boots.

He, a miraculously surviving child, singing in dark mornings and dreaming of defeating evil, not yet blinded by the bright light of advertising billboards, but having already forgotten his home, met her. He fell in love with her gentle soul, closing his eyes to accounting habits, like a true romantic, not seeing the flaws of reality. He wants to be with her, realizing that without the female creative energy, evil cannot be defeated. Her tenderness warms his soul, he sees in her eyes a laughing horde of children, a delicious warm smell of a house and a calm wisdom that comes over the years … Well, let her still be delighted with seasonal sales, and I rustle the fallen leaves in the park alone. Well, even if she doesn't like my old friends, tested by copper pipes, she will get to know them better and appreciate them. Well, even if she considers my scientific work hopeless - she, my future wife, is not obliged to understand quantum physics.

Over time, all this will pass. Her eyes glow about it. Common sense compromise? Yes, as much as necessary, if only these eyes still shine … The world is getting better in the warmth of this light.

They hold hands, they create their own universe. They are happy together and do not hear the malicious laughter of triumphant evil around the corner..

You are French lipstick today

She brushed her lips.

And it seems to me as if smeared

Your whole mouth is in my crimson blood. gr. Leningrad