Today I made an attempt to separate his soul from his body well. And she said, imagine a success.
That's how it was.
I woke up at noon today with a lousy mood and well-being. Drank half a liter of strong, with the scent of freshly laid asphalt, coffee and went to take a hot bath to raise the blood pressure and mood. Do not be afraid, in the image displayed is not our bathroom. In our in the right corner there is a new pure white Chinese bowl.
So, lying in hot water and watching as it comes from the ancient Soviet crane, once I remembered all my life.
And I thought that all I had already. Both women and vodka, and a bike and children, and sins, and not only, and roast lamb and football, and a broken arm ...
Everything has been, except for Paris and the Ocean.
But even in Paris there was no Tashkent and Chimghan. And Ocean I regularly sends greetings to the mouth of my high school girlfriend.
So I am a happy person and I like the Tibetan monks ought not fear neither pain nor death.
Hobbling and then balancing on one leg on the broken sidewalk Tashkent, I looked at his body excruciates side. Well and torture bastard, I thought, still my soul easily. And imagine, it became easier to walk. Body probably felt ashamed that his soul mate spat at him. That's the story.
Well, So far.
And, as they say the miners of Donbass,
(So they probably will not say, because that word I made a mistake, excusable only resident of Tashkent).