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Borges, Lem, Eko: Someone else managed to whisper for short sixteen years of life to it on a story ear about the strange places nicknamed someone and once libraries? Well, of course, - this eternally old and wise uncle Ham: "You forgot about different registrars", - poshelestet in her head. "Lie! As I can forget about them if here one sits directly before me in a chair". Eyes Leu didn't want to come off legs in brown velveteen trousers in any way and to look in a face to the stranger. The small shiver attacks covered all her almost naked body and kind of went to a floor through fingers of tiny legs. Weightless, absolutely transparent white baby's undershirt hardly covered a breast and hardly reached the middle of buttocks. In the room it was very warm, but the palms compressed in cams remained ice. "Approach closer", - the velvet sound wave swept through Leu, was reflected from a wall and pushed in a back. She needed only to manage to take steps. A foot rolled in soft pile of a carpet up to the ankles: Hot summer day. Drearily. On a footboard of the bus the girl in a sundress a la ethnic vsparkhivat and sits down slightly ahead from me on the other side of pass. The hem rises and bares the thin transparent ankle shining a blue pro-vein. At the beginning of a foot the leg is surrounded by a thin silver chain: Dizziness - and all further trip just isn't perceived by sense organs. When to it to stop? I didn't manage to catch Leu this silly thought, and a body its itself stood, having come very close to a chair. Now not trousers, but a white shirt with unbuttoned several buttons I tried to prove to eyes that they are still alive. "Release me. I very much am afraid of you", - Leu shuddered from a sound of the voice and closed eyes. The silence probably realized itself madam of this room and imperiously filled with the body space. Time, two, three: Leu I considered the pulse which is given in temples and I floated, borne waves of the unknown earlier purring fear somewhere. Suddenly the registrar concerned her. Fingertips touched a cheek and flowed in warm and a little rough male palm. Skin under it flashed, died away and was lit kind from within by golden shine. Also backs of the numerous volumes which are accurately standing on shelves, in cases and simply put on a desk began to shine. Books were at one with him. He began to smear this light on all her body. The arachnoid attire prevented sliding of a palm and therefore, lowered from shoulders, fell to a carpet. The man methodically washed away fear and tension about Leu. Nipples under his palm if strained, then it isn't enough, remaining such a maiden breast birthmarks. The hand rolled down down a back, the buttocks which responded the almost inaudible movement back. The kitten curving a back under the caressing hand: A doll from whom the cat is just about ready to hatch. Down a hip, calves, and then again up to a patella: Having passed under the park bridge, I noticed her who settled down on the crocodile who is cut out from a tree at once. Possibly, student of architectural. They often here sketch sketches of the modelled fountain with huge clusters of badly plastered grapes. Red and absolutely freckled person. But not it forces to approach her - the knees which are looking out from under a jean skirt. They are pressed to each other and form a lodge roof with windows in my desires. "Leu, Leu, Leu: Whether you it?" - asks, Borges standing at the left. "I, I, I" - hand bells in the head ring. Her body everything shines, as at the queen of elves from the small story by Klein. And the same as at this most august person two teardrops pearls run on cheeks. "I to you will make of them earrings:" Well as he can speak by such voice? It is simply dishonest: And here again something says. Words are confused in the head and expire sense. A hand it is more reliable than words. They turn Leu facing a table, forcing to bend and lean elbows against his cover. She sees a pale spot of the person in the polished surface and she is covered again by fear. Fear that here she now gradually turns into the indistinct cloud deprived of memoirs. Or it is rather in the Celtic wicker which slid off Mabinogion's back. The sense of existence consists in following of the line of the pattern drawn by the registrar's hands now. This thought was reflected the sweet languor, a wave which passed from nipples to a stomach bottom. Still this morning she was going to go with parents to the country and now there is only a cloud on a table surface: The hand of the man slipped on the curved back, drawing in detail the line of a backbone: I love very much to fall asleep and even more to wake up not at itself in the room. 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