Встречаешься ты с барышней, в кафе допустим. Случайно...

You meet a young lady, let's say in a cafe. By chance, some nice absurdity makes you talk to each other - well, I don’t know there, she dropped her handkerchief or you asked her to phone. And suddenly you looked at each other. Then - evening, summer, even spring, warmth, bird cherry strangles and nightingales satan. Laughter, light drunkenness, you are standing on the balcony of her house, then go into the room ... Here the keyboard is powerless. She is a goddess, and even the sixth orgasm cannot separate you. You fall asleep, and in a dream formulate a marriage proposal. Morning. The sun is peeling right in the eye. I have to wake up. On the table is a note. “My joy, my sun, the light of my life ... I went to work. It’s such a torment - it’s parted with ... "STOP. What is this?! .. Once again! “Flour - will be parted with you!” ... oh NO! NO! Just not that! At half past six the clatter of keys is heard. You see this endlessly cute profile from behind the door leaf ... Goodbye! An ax in inept hands does not cut the neck even from the third blow. You are standing in a pool of blood over a dying goddess and whispering, “Fuck!” what to do! Fuck! ”...