Title Michael Zhvanetskogo women Bashny.Net

women, girlfriends, ladies and girls! What is the joy and beauty of meeting with you? Why did you set up this way? The delicate skin, these eyes, these teeth and hair that smell rain. This nose, and judgments on various issues.

Comrades, women, ladies and girls! Back! You have proved that you can heal, repair the ceiling, collecting devices, lay the cable. Enough! Back! Back! The polyclinics women, women in hotels, in restaurants women, women in the shops. Where is hiding these bums? She keeps house she and her husband sitting prescribes technical advice. She matures earlier and living longer. We have some new parts of the old woman, where is the old? .. But we must not sit back, we will live a long time. We drink, smoke, play dominoes, overeat, lie on the couch, and then in the same claim - we live a little. Wrinkles thirty bags around the eyes of thirty-five, forty stomach. Who we can be satisfied? Only volunteers. Leo runs a day in the desert hundreds of kilometers. A wolf? All worn in the desert, looking for food. Ate - lie. And we ate - lie, do not eat - lie. Lev has bags under the eyes? A belly? If he had a belly, he would have run away from the most sad, most decrepit doe.

They certainly earn more than us, our women, we have already resigned.
They look better, we also accept. They dress beautifully. Now we are trying to do something - frills, lace collars, brooches in the neck ... Well, where ?! With a bald head and a brooch at the neck does not go far. Do we have the gait of the long lying on the couch and sitting in a chair at work? Have you seen those tits, deriving land? .. And his teeth - smoking, drinking salty, sweet. Bitter and contradiction. His eyes, which reflect only the ceiling.

Our ladies, our miracle, our decoration. Get up early, gather the children, and this type of work. The most I ran to swallow a small piece, to have time to comb your hair, scribble something on the face. To come to work - and look. And in the afternoon to take place in four places, and to do everything. And ran home, feed the children, and this type. And run, and dry, and sewing and mending.

And in the morning alarm clock just for you. Service For you, for you the fire plate to the crowd and crush you to your words, hissing behind. And you will correct strand, and jogging. And I love you just is not for it: get used to it. Love for others - for your skin, for your eyelids, for lips, weakness, tenderness, and yours. And you still have to contrive, running day and fifty kilometers, remain weak. And you manage Go understand that the main thing. And I love you for everything. Just please, stop on the run - at work, at home, get up gracefully, look in the mirror, correct something in his face. Just make your lips slightly eyes, cilia forward and upward swing on the beautiful legs, and again ... We are waiting for you. We are waiting everywhere. With and without a bunch. With words and silence. On the corner of the house. Come! And in the rain and in the snow ... And - not all the same! ..

© Zhvanetski, miniature "Our women»
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