The first novel in a box of vodka

My aunt Galya worked all her life at the base. And all my childhood I heard the magical phrase "Galinka made." Made meant to get it. Aunt Galya for various holidays for the whole relatives “made” Polish apples, smoked halves, green peas. I remember that I was sent a small one to the Vegetable Ferts store, where I was supposed to call aunt-seller with glasses and whisper: "I'm from Galina Ivanna." I really liked this spy game. And, like everything in our family, she respected Aunt Galya for “doing” us all.

Naturally, Aunt Galya was a magician-and she did vodka, which in the late 80s was stronger than any currency and any knowledge. The grandmother in the pantry had a box of vodka, 20 bottles of “metropolitan”, hidden by aunt Galya for someone's anniversary. Everyone in families had a detonator “My alcoholic”, who could destroy the integrity of the anniversary box. Therefore, until the sacred day, they decided to hide in a safe place, at the point of living of a small grandmother, the head of the clan and the very non -native schoolgirl Natasha 16 years old. And they miscalculated.

Natasha about that time was already lit up with love for all beautiful boys. But due to clumsy and uncertainty, she could not profitably serve Juliet in the market, therefore it was always hungry to love, rushing into another unrequited passion, like Gorbachev in reform.
In our yards, everyone knew each other in the yards on Vedlozerskaya. The older generation, despite the dry law and prohibitions, spun peacefully, and young animals were lost in summer shops. I was unmade, I was not popular. Therefore, she looked with envy at the 18-year-old Yesenin type from a neighboring piece of wood. A tall curly blond. I graduated from school - and there was a great life and great love ahead. The type spread with me arrogantly a couple of phrases. This was enough to wake the monster. I was so instantly and in love for life that "I will not love anyone else." He had a girlfriend, some unthinkable beauty. This made a taste of my love as bitter as if aunt Galin Paltus was still in a warehouse.

One June evening, only a few boys sat on the bench and a spitting me. The guys lit up, I did not understand what. But the proximity of the idol did not allow me to analyze. I was bewitched and sat on the porch next to the bench, meditating on a white forelock.

And then the silence is torn by his hoarse warmest and most native voice:
- Now the vodka ...
Everyone's eyes clouded. And I cleared up. I realized that my star hour had come:
- I have vodka. Grandma in the pantry has a whole box.

For all my 45 years, men have never looked at me with great adoration than at that moment. In an instant, an unknown girl (what is the name of this thick one?) Turned into the center of attention. And then Vova, like that, was his name, brought himself to the forefront with his male Mujo. He was damn beautiful. Not for me - in a past life. Now he was mine. He walked at me. He took his hand, opened the door to our entrance and led him to the darkness. There, he increased the influence on my paralyzed brain in a half -whisper:
“Can you lend a bottle for me?” I will give.

The dope intensified. He completely removed the distance between us, his face almost rubbed on my chubby cheeks. And how did he smell. Then I conducted an investigation and found out that it was a cologne "Bambi". But I think that then to let in Vovka Sheptun, I would also take him for the divine aroma.

Grandmother visited Aunt Gali living in two houses. I knew that until the evening movie would end, it would not come. Therefore, I boldly opened the door, climbed into the pantry, turned the nest from rugs, at the bottom of which the 20-headed treasure rested. She pulled out one chapter and handed Vovka. He gratefully pressed me against the wall, drove his hand through his body, kissed somewhere hastily and whispered:
- Thank you, Natasha. You are so beautiful.

The front door slammed into the porch. A friendly neighing was heard, then the voices began to be removed. And I hastily disguised my grandmother's masonry and closed the front door.

So I had a novel with Vovka. Guess how many days did it last? That's right, as soon as an affectionate white night fell into the city, the Bambi cologne hit me in my nose, skillful hands were banging me on an express program, then I was beautiful, then a close whisper confused all the thoughts, and then I just opened the door of the pantry and dragged him the next offering.

We met a couple of minutes a day. Exactly so much was required by Vovka in order to hide a naive bbw in love. After 20 days, the grandmother's nest was ruined, and my heart was broken. Vovka knew what was my beauty supply. And on the 21st day, I had neither a cologne "Bambi", nor express-shaving, nor warm snort of a face. Our relationship was drunk to the bottom. And I suffered. It seemed to me that worse shame than to be abandoned, you won’t find in the whole world. I was mistaken.

Aunt Galin was approaching the anniversary, about which I did not even think about in the heat of my suffering. As you can understand, think - it was not my second nature. Soon I was waiting for the family council with all relatives, interrogation, recognition, punishment. And the promise to solve the problem itself.

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