How deafens the smell of Linden…(part 1)

Written many years ago, when still not was is married
ххх

When three different people a day accidentally tell you the same thing, you should listen. Maybe something or someone is trying to reach consciousness. My former beloved support with me very-very good relations. Directly trusting. Why is a big mystery to me. Maybe they have bad taste. Maybe because they're all blondes. Most likely, the correct answer is"I'm a masochist." Today, the three ex-lady of my heart conspired.

ххх

**
Alla called first. She was thirty-five, with blonde hair. Sings in restaurants. The romance was lingering, scandals, TSyganochka with exits and exits. Cynical Alusik monstrous, but in the sensibility and keen observations it can not refuse.
After the usual blitz on the topic "who is like free? - you're stupid – we should live life so that ...."miss fell into the usual endless stream of complaints of her new Beau Vladimir. He's the last chance to get married. Mad passion, but meet once a week on the weekend, she was waiting for him-waiting, and he, beast love, all your Bank money spikes. To broadcast about his shortcomings Alka can spend hours, but because I'm in a coma. But listen in the right places automatically inserting "huh?...., well?..., yeah...".
Suddenly, I emerge from lethargy - something new:
— ...sex was crazy. Nuts as a good, married however, figure fucking, huge cock, Fucks divinely! I finished three times a night…
— Al, what are you, Vovka has changed, you idiot? almost yelling to a friend in a tube.
— It's not cheating jerk, this is the bare physiology. I Vovkanych snot once a week is not enough. Then he'll never know anything. Not the fact that Vovka himself does not fuck on the side.
I'm digesting. To explain to Alla, Vladimir do plow, earning on their future joint apartment, and secretly told me that he wants to make Alcaeus offer in the autumn, it is useless. I am-Switzerland in relations Alla-Vladimir.

---

The second the blonde – Inessa -, a call after lunch. Inca thirty-two, she's an accountant, with qualifications from her high. Inusic leads all accountancy companies where I slowly General. The novel at us was office. Lasted six months. Smart, beautiful, reasonable, with an indescribable Khabarovsk dialect. Behind my back he was to meet with Moore-Moore, it soon came to light - we broke up. Business relations are preserved. It is interesting to talk to Inessa-she is a pragmatist.

After discussing the upcoming submission of reports for the second quarter, Inca suddenly issued:
— Represent, in an Internet met with Eugene – he's knows about it, and Also. Here what a coincidence.
— In what Zhenya? I do not know this! – frantically in my thoughts through the card file Alking friends. It's vast.
— Nu the, from-for which you with Alla split up. Remember, the "Apple of discord".
Lightning flashed Alkino recognition in my kitchen two years ago, and Inca continues:
— This is exactly it: when I Also on the phone dialed, she talked to him, and about you all sorts of nasty things Jack is very plausible told…
— Wait, you that, with him in the real life uncharacteristic? - surprise miss by the seat of your favorite chair.- What about the Mur-Mur?
The theme of the Moore-Moore we have with Inessa banned. We never never went back to it. However, sighing, Inca is responsible:
— Well Mur-Mur...you Know, with him now all clear and so thin. Try to take care of our relationship.
— Good try, girlfriend! - I answer cynically,with old pain. - Moore, of course, not in rate?
— Are you an idiot? No, I don't want to hurt him! - I hear Inessa being pulled by a cigarette on the other side of the tube.
To all my objections, she snorts, then gives:
— Even in the Bible somewhere it is written: to learn taste of white bread, it is necessary to try black.
I'm in touch. Breaking up with me, she has long argued that you just have to live in mutual love, and I don't love her: Alla is still, allegedly, in my heart.

Maybe that was the truth.