Here, as in any decent subtitle, there must be a few lines about what awaits you, if you become read, actually text. But, honestly, we have no words. Only com in the throat. Stories of eight women from Julia Maximova Aka Biobalast (http://bibalast.livejournal.com/).
And I tell him: - You work all the time, you do not understand me. You would only pure and lunch of three dishes. We are talking to eighteen minutes a day. And I have affair, I have yoga in the end. I need to Paris to the seminar. And you money, money. I'm not interested with you! "And he looks at me and shouts:" And I'm wondering with you! " And I, bl *, I wonder! *** everyone spoke, he would throw me. I am his year older. There are no children. And he has women, I cried, always went to look for him on the kabaks. I will cover myself a screwdriver and go. Did not beat, no. Walked. I thought you would dangle the cattle. And once it is in our arc to kill steel, a knife, batons. And I run to him with a dog, a fur coat. Then everything in the blood was, White ... survived, such always survive. Baba drove him. Then I pay, of course, but no one, you understand, no one knows. When he wakes up in the morning and says: Lenka, well, I did without you. And where all the Ponte go, the spray of his prison. And as a child then, the snippet and the face defenseless. *** That year Zyud-West happened. And he Chechen. Looking. He always said, you understand, I can't marry. For me every night can come. Well, you know the girl, everyone knows about us. I did not believe everything, well, why am I militia something. And when Zyud West on all the channels and my girlfriends were told: bitches, well, bitch, they are doing, a close-up showed that the syringes are scattered around the dead Chechens, the syringes are scattered and the brandy stands. Bitch, white threads ... What? And the girlfriends are Russians, just from all the screens ... There were evils then. I told him, of course. I am proud of my girls. And he crushed me in an oakha and said: Go away from me, I do not like you. No, I don't think about him, of course. No, not married. *** And I fell in love. Fell in love strongly, it is necessary to divorce, I think. Not honestly. She told him, and he nothing. Also says I do not love you for a long time. Assigned a divorce date. I come to his work, and he worked in the sauna. Well, I call - Khrena. And here I imagine that he got drunk sleeping pills and drowned in the pool. And while I call now - he floats there. Three day and swollen. I drove the alkash from the market, it climbed into the window. Alive, only with a hangover. Mashed all. And I look at him and think, thank God, alive. Let's go, say, divorce. And he: Katka, what are we doing? Divorced, of course. *** I really wanted him. In a sex shop, even the powder bought exciting on the first date. And then I became hated. He when soup eats, his drop from the lower lip flows and hangs on the chin. Well, I was sick, of course. When I went to go, he looked at the station as dead. I understood, probably. I later found out, he left. In Zazhopinsk some kind. I felt normally. Only they say not laughing never. Two years have not laughed. *** Resort novel that you! Yes, and I did not need it. He went back to the north, and married immediately. I thought about himI understood that in vain. Stupid, of course. BUT? Long, yes. I generally choose this for a long time. You see ... if he was a normal peasant, smart, he would call, or SMS sent there. At least one. And so it turns out that I came up with myself, but he just looked like ... Did you dance with him on the shore, imagine? But kissed, mmmm. Daughter? Yeah, already in the third grade, thanks. *** Yes, it was usually called him. What is the difference? Well, let it be Henri. And I eighteen. And Paris. And everything around is ... in pink snot, including Paris. And I became soft then. Princess felt herself. Everyone in human we had, the wedding is scheduled. Then I found a leaf on the table with him. And there is a list of yesterday's spending. Vegetables - 15 francs, ring bride - 5000 francs, chicken - 35 francs, and more points six. And so I hurt something between eggplants and chicken to be. And left. Ring returned, by the way. No, I do not like fairy tales. Well, yes, about about about eighteen. *** No, never checked. And the cabinet did not put, here I checked. Proud. What am I? I'm just with this bone on Skype flirting. Zakislah, I understand, with this decret. And he comes yesterday from work and tells. You know, Natasha, I read the divecha. There was one pair. Husband, wife, live long. He loves her very much. She also loves, only a dreamer, all the novels reads. And one day he sends it on Turputovka, one. And she has terrible love there happens. Moreover, beautiful, without sex, some touch and kinship of the shower. She feels the only one. Surf, beaches. And how to leave this chiruchnaya says that he can not see her anymore. Never. Hints at Masons, policies and interests of the state. But love will be all life. And every year in the local newspaper will publish one to her the famous announcement. And delivery flowers. And so twenty years. Every year, on her birthday - a bouquet of flowers and announcement. She is of course happy. She has a mystery and full life. And when the husband died, she found papers. It turns out that this husband has come up with everything. And Zhigolo himself hired. So that she has love. Not a lover. He knew that her family made married to get out, and she never loved him ... And then she was then a monument to him. Type Taj Mahal.