Tatiana Pukhovikova

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

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ANALYSIS FOR SPOUSAL FAITHFULNESS

- May I come in? - Yes, please come in, sit down. In the big eyes of the doctor, clear concern. I can feel her gathering up the courage to start a conversation. “Please, just don’t be upset …… THIS is now a rather frequent disease… It is now very easy to treat it… It’s an everyday matter, with whom it doesn’t happen…” she says, pausing after each sentence. And finally plucking up the courage, he concludes with a patter. - You have gonococcus found in your smear. - What….? - I am sincerely surprised, because, in fact, I did not understand anything: either she spoke very quickly, or what she said could have nothing to do with me. - You contracted gonorrhea.

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MAGIC FRAGRANCE OF LOVE

When in the sixth grade the children developed a bad habit of giving nicknames to everyone, then from someone's light hand they began to call her "starling", and sometimes "nestling". She almost did not pay attention to this, because "starling" was short for her surname Skvortsova. At home, as usual, dad and mom and little sister called her Tanya or affectionately Tanya. But when the guys, after the summer holidays, rested and matured, came to the eighth grade, one of the very "inventive" classmates, deciding to show off his wit, came up with a new nickname for her. It was long and awkward, and most importantly, it was very painful for her to hear it.

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THIRTY-FIRST SPRING

Early spring morning. Jumping over the puddles, I hurry to the branch of the savings bank. And then I have to go to work in the other end of the city. And all this in a hurry, mentally urging on slowly creeping, during these rush hours, trams and constantly glancing at the clock. This is our time. As they say, if you want to live well, go for it. I was lucky, and the old tram did not have time to break down on the way, as it often happens now, and I arrived at Sberbank 15 minutes before its opening. A red brick building of a unique architectural structure coexisted with old private houses, which is as natural for our days as tough guys in Mercedes and dirty ragged bums …

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JOURNEY IN A WINTER TALE

Morning amazement intensified several times. The snow is so light and fluffy that even the smallest twig can hold it. Dark trunks and branches of trees, framed by white snow, intertwined with an intricate pattern, turning a gray asphalt road into a fairytale path. The eyes cannot tear themselves away from this beauty. But the magical artist who worked at night added a little red paint to this combination of white and dark - these are bunches of rowan berries, each of which is dominated by a pile of snow. And this whole picture is not sonorous and frosty, but soft and light.

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YURKIN ISLAND

But I, it turns out, did not know my beloved men very well. At 6 o'clock in the morning, Vasily was already sitting in an armchair by my bed and stubbornly trying to wake me up with his eyes, and Volodya quietly moved from the kitchen to the room and back, slowly stuffing our backpacks with things and food. And on his face was already the expression of the captain, skillfully controlling not only the wind entangled in the sails of his catamaran, taken by friends to one of the islands of the Uvodsky reservoir, but also all members of his crew, including me.

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RETURN OF LOVE

Love is such a flower that must be carefully looked after and must be taken care of together. Whether we can do this will depend on both of us. And I also realized that a trip on a stormy river always leaves in my memory more vivid memories than on calm water. But no one goes on this voyage for a long time, because all the turbulent mountain rivers and waterfalls are short. And the calm rivers are long and reliable.

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SPRING SKETCHES

It seemed to me that I had spied on the amazing event of the birth of a wondrous, tender, exciting soul and giving meaning to all life, a flower called LOVE. I was carried away with my thoughts in an amazing past, in which there was the same magical spring air, there was childhood, and it seemed that everything in life was simple, clear and calm. I remembered the time when my flower of love was barely blossoming, just as tender, but with an irresistible force striving for life, for the right to exist in this big world.