begin to catch that your opponent is overtaking you. And you need to decide either on recklessness or on defeat…
Then – like a video, they slip somewhere around you – your actions. Your accomplishments. As if giving you the opportunity to evaluate – this, another act – whether he will be worthy to stand on a par with the already perfect. Or not?
Rate it.
But it’s up to you to decide…
No need to prove anything to anyone. It’s pointless. As if you started arguing with your reflection in the mirror.
Are you doing an act? Or – trust in the course of life. Do you feel like a man? Or are you just a clerk, businessman, worker or doctor? A screw, a bolt, a screw – in the thick board of life, in the mechanism of the world, in the articulation of the world and your life…
…
Looking into her eyes, I lower my hand – right on the rise of her foot. So, that my palm rests, almost completely closing, and my fingers and curvature of the ascent, feeling the tenderness of the stocking and the beating pulse on a randomly caught vein, and my thumb slips under the foot, almost to the heel itself…
She winces. And the look – from the student turns into a wondering and approving.
I am starting my Way.
Wondrous leg
female cats
the heel is softer than a flower,
let me hold on
a little leg
milk white skin,
black stocking
and the foot of a ballerina
passion, and not easy to rise
no more attractive
of this picture,
leg!!!!!!!!
on my knee…
(Svetlana Er)
Chapter 3. Grandfather
My grandfather is here. We need to take a break.
Of course, grandfather will not say anything to me, but at least I need to greet him…
Grandfather, hey grandfather…
What’s going on? Mamin `s relatives also knew how to create thoughtforms?
which kind of thought-forms?
Which Mamin `s?
What are you showing here? Fool.
Here we are. Grandfather is out of motivation.
What did happen to him again? He made it to the elder genereal, and he doesn’t calm down. He called me a jerk.
– Grandfather. What’s a jerk?
Grandfather stopped in the middle of the room and looked at me as if he’d just noticed that I’m in this room, too. And then again, he jumped on me.
– Jerk?
– You – are a jerk. How old are you, granddaughter? А…
– You don’t understand…
He even waved his hand – from disappointment.
– When will first quarter of genereal it hit you? Well…
– In this sidereal – or the next one? These idiotic chronology systems of yours…
– As it used to be – great. Year – decade, a hundred years – century. The fondness of the ear.
– And now what? Sidereal and genereal. Ugh.
– What are you looking at here? Nothing else to do?
– Who told you to take my dad’s bio-memory?
Come on, come on, Grandpa. Calm down.
I’m gonna go get him a street coke. He likes it.
– Here you go, Grandpa. Have a drink. Calm down.
– First of all, I’m not watching. You can’t look at bio-memory, you can only take note of.
– And secondly, it’s easy to call a jerk, and I’m doing my homework, by the way.
– Yeah.
– And I had the first quarter of my genereal was 2 sidereals ago. I already have access to historical bio-memory. Otherwise, your father’s journal, just wouldn’t have responded to my contact.
– And thirdly – the bio-memory does not turn on, but starts broadcasting.
This is what he loves. Reasonable and logical. Everything is laid out on shelves.
My grandfather looked at me and apparently – was collecting his thoughts. I swallowed more street and…
– Come on – rewind a bit and start. Let’s see together what you are doing for your homework.
Excellent. Carried.
Rewind – this means moving in the opposite direction. Launch means starting up the normal course of time. Good good.
Chapter 4. FOOT… AND MORE ABOVE
…
Looking into her eyes, I lower my hand – right on the rise of her foot. So, that my palm rests, almost completely closing, and my fingers and curvature of the ascent, feeling the tenderness of the stocking and the beating pulse on a randomly caught vein, and my thumb slips under the foot, almost to the heel itself…
She winces. And the look – from the student turns into a wondering and approving.
I am starting my Way.
Wondrous leg
female cats
the heel is softer than a flower,
let me hold on
a little leg
milk white skin,
black stocking
and the foot of a ballerina
passion, and not easy to rise
no more attractive
of this picture,
leg!!!!!!!!
on my knee…
(Svetlana Er)
This poem, it seems to me, is very suitable for this entry in my diary. I remember – told Svetlana about this adventure and she wrote this poem. Amazingly accurate and poetic.
But…
I need to go back to the restaurant. They are waiting for me there. I have not finished with the leg…
…
She flinched. And the leg instinctively bent at the knee. Just a little bit…
Ahhh…
Somewhere there, at the end of my journey, a blinding white flash suddenly flashed. As if – an incredible light force burst out of the dungeon – someone or something, but with a frantic desire for light and for me…
This is my friend «cut on the skirt» opened a thin strip of bright and white…
Unshielded, innocent and pure in its whiteness and brightness…
Stockings. I was