Violin. ⇐ General

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- I’m seeing something, dear, even though you’re still a Berry, you’re becoming more and more beautiful and sexier, but are your eyes already letting you down? My husband said when I involuntarily moved the needle and thread away from me, and even squinted, trying to insert it into my eye in order to change a button on my dress.
- is it very noticeable?
- of course. Doesn’t this cause you discomfort?
- yes, you know, it’s very uncomfortable to do something small, and tinker with your smartphone. It's probably time to buy glasses, I'll get used to looking like an old lady...
- come on, what an old lady you are. I see how men stare at you, especially at your butt. Yesterday at Magnit one worker almost glared at you. So it’s too early for you to become an old lady... Several days have passed since this conversation, and I have already forgotten. Somehow, after sex, my husband pulled me close to him...
- You know, dear, I recently handed over a project on the side, and the amount arrived was not bad. I want to give you a gift, combine business with pleasure. I talked with specialists in Yekaterinburg, where I ordered my own fancy glasses. They said it makes sense for you to get examined by them. Come on, I’ll let you go there for a week, get examined, maybe do something, or order good optics so that it’s both beautiful and comfortable. And of course, you will have money for shopping. I know that you visit Ozone several times a day, but you love to touch and try on these things in real life.
- purrrrr, dear... Pressed against his chest, I purred tenderly... But don’t you will you miss me?
- Of course I will, I always want you. But the spring hunt has already begun, I’ll still be in the forests on weekends.
Easily, but still painfully, I grabbed my husband’s nipple, pretending to be a predator tormenting its prey. He hugged me even tighter, tense with excitement and pain...
- Who are you planning to hunt?
- Look, otherwise some young “duck” will come and say that she laid an egg from you.
- no, now only males will be allowed to hunt, drakes, and wood grouse. And I understood about the duck. There is a well-known joke, the same thing, about a fisherman and a pike, which laid eggs from him.
- you know, I wouldn’t trade your ass for anyone. He grabbed me by the buns and pulled me on top of him. A hardened and wet penis was already resting against my tummy, ready for work again...
The next day I receive three pleasant messages on my phone: an electronic ticket for the Novy Urengoy train - Ekaterinburg and back, a week later, in a sleeping car, a preliminary agreement with a medical center for examination, and possibly treatment, and of course, a tidy sum for a savings card. And in the evening, together with my husband, we went on Avito and other sites to find a rented apartment, not far from this center, and a cozy, good metro station. As always, my husband didn’t pay too much attention to the price, wanting the best. But there are still no normal hotels nearby. I was there with him once, for an examination. They put drops on his eyes to dilate his pupils, he had to walk hand in hand with him for half a day, everything was in a fog. Well, I have to do this too, I’ll get to the apartment somehow. We found a good option, the hostess showed us everything via videoconference, sent us scans of documents, which was not a scam, and only asked for an advance payment for one day. Everything seems to be clean, we were happy with this option. The day of departure, my suitcase with a minimum of things (I’ll do some shopping) is in the hallway. Not provocative, but expressive makeup, drops of perfume that drive my husband crazy (hehe, let him suffer, let me go...) and we go to the station. As always, passionate hugs, kisses and hot words...
- Marinusya, I understand, you are a juicy berry, and bright. If you suddenly want adventure, and you definitely will, be careful that everything is under your control...
Shut his mouth with your kiss (okay, the lipstick is permanent)...
- Darling, don’t worry, Even though I’ve been married once, I’m already a mature auntie, I already know what and how. Well, if you want sex, go to the garage, there you have your beloved UAZ... Boeeee... I stuck out my tongue, in response receiving a light slap on the ass
- that's it, I went to the carriage. Everything will be fine, your fish will return to you in the best possible way, you won’t have time to get bored... Another passionate kiss, and I’m in the sleeping car compartment, alone for now. The place is just in the direction of travel, but although there is nothing to see here in our tundra, spring is just beginning, the snow has not melted everywhere yet. The drive is about a day and 10 hours, you need to get comfortable. After the standard ticket check, when the train had already started moving and the dull landscapes of the gray tundra floated through the windows, I closed the door and took out a comfortable and beautiful pajama suit from my suitcase, although people wear it on the street, I saw it in the photos of reviews in Ozone. Comfortable moccasin slippers and I'm ready to travel. God, it’s so good how my husband loves me, giving me such a gift. There are still 2 months before the main vacation, but I really want a change of scenery... It’s almost two hours to get to Korotchaevo, and then maybe someone else will get on the train. While I wait, I won’t force the table with my food, otherwise I’ll always be in someone’s way. And I don’t want to eat. But I took out my phone charger, took out my headphones, and, falling into bed, on a snow-white bed with the Russian Railways emblem, turned on one of the downloaded films...
The car shakes and creaks at the station's entrance switches. Damn, we usually travel here by car, this is our first time by train. Stop, the door to the carriage opens, and a young, tall and thin young man, almost a boy, enters. He puts a very voluminous, but seemingly light suitcase, and very gently, some kind of oblong case on the seat...
- Hello... In a low, but still youthful voice, he says hello... Seemingly cultured.
“Hello... If you need to change clothes, tell me, I’ll come out,” I answered.
- No, no need for now, I’ll go with everything. He takes off his down jacket, remaining in jeans and a knitted sweater, sits down in his seat, while continuing to hold his case with his hand, despite the fact that it doesn’t seem like it should fall...
With one eye I seem to continue watching the video, with the other , studying my travel companion for a day and a half. Still very young, thin mustache, tousled brown hair, blue eyes. Probably a student. Our son is something like this, only he doesn’t have a mustache yet. But the voice, yes, is just as low, broken. Having let go of his precious item, the fellow traveler took out a bag from his suitcase, and from it, a bag with Doshirak. God, how do they eat it, is there really no normal food? I already wanted to eat, and probably the maternal instinct kicked in... My son, outside my field of vision, can eat anything, but in front of me, this disgusting... No, no. I’m an experienced woman... I take two containers out of my suitcase, one of which contains four good chicken thighs baked in the oven, the second contains a fresh cabbage salad with cucumbers. Also a thermos of coffee and pancakes baked by my husband before the trip.
- Young man, my name is Marina. - Eugene. It’s very nice!
- you and I are going together. Firstly, let's get on with it, and secondly, I want to make you an offer that you probably won't refuse: you don't breed these noodles, with its disgusting smell, and I feed you real, tasty and homemade food...
- Marina, you... You... Is this comfortable for you? Yes, of course, I have a son about your age, I don’t let him eat this, the smell makes me sick. And I won’t be able to finish my food myself...
- well then, okay... He stuffed his unhealthy food back into the suitcase, and I put the chicken in disposable plates, a salad for two, and began to gobble up the delicious food with gusto, which is why something on the train, it becomes much tastier. Well, I look at Zhenya, who also seems delighted with home-cooked food, eating chicken with his hands... Oh, what long and thin fingers he has, I’m starting to guess what’s in his case.
- Zhenya, are you a musician?
- How did you guess?
- Well, you have “musical” fingers, and in the case, which you still can’t part with, there’s probably an instrument...
- yes, it's a violin. She is much older than me, she got it from her grandmother. This is probably the most valuable item in our family.
- wow, wow. Well then I understand why you are so worried about him.
- and if it’s not a secret, where are you going with such value?
- In Yekaterinburg, a competition of young performers will be held there. Actually, my father planned to take me by car, but it broke down just before the trip, so I had to buy the most expensive ticket that was left for the train.
- Cool, it means that if it weren’t for the breakdown of your car, I would have driven to Yekaterinburg alone, alone and in complete comfort. Well then, at least you can show me later what this violin looks like, I’ve never held anything like that in my hands.
- yes, it’s okay, if you don’t mind, I’ll play, I still need to rehearse.
- hmm , I don’t know much about classical music, but I’ll listen, it’s interesting. Now come on, screw it up. More coffee and pancakes. We ate, I put the uneaten food in a bag, and Zhenya, covering his case with a pillow so as not to fall on the rail joints, collected disposable dishes and other garbage, and took it to the end of the car in the trash bin. Well done, I thought, I’m not a white guy... He returned, I was already reclining in my place, watching a movie on my phone. It was already getting dark outside the windows, although it was still early to sleep, the food eaten put pressure on the carotid artery, the rocking of the carriage and the knocking of the wheels clearly provoked sleep.
- Zhenya, I’ll probably fall asleep now. Of course, it's still early. If you definitely want to play, don’t be shy, these sounds won’t bother me, I can sleep with the TV on.
- Marina, okay.
I went to the toilet room, took off my bra there, it’s very uncomfortable to sleep in it, it’s clear that breasts like an 18-year-old girl are not worth it, but oh well. She returned and covered herself with a blanket, quickly snoring... Returning me to the reality of existence was somehow magical... First of all, these are sounds, the shimmering sounds of a violin, sometimes slow, gentle, sometimes swift... Of course, I didn’t know this melody, although I may have heard it once, but it was divine. She opened her sleepy eyes. We pass some settlement, and flashing lanterns in the window pull out from the darkness of the night the figure of a violinist playing his magical and terribly expensive violin. Thin fingers run along the fretboard, the bow either slowly slides or flies. The antique varnish on the violin, covered with small cracks, glitters, turning the instrument into something unearthly or fantastic. Zhenya noticed that I had woken up, and smiling lightly at me, he continued his work. Damn, butterflies fluttered in the bottom of my tummy, closing my eyes, I imagined myself with this violin, and him playing on me, with his long and sensitive fingers, touching every cell of my body...
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In Yekaterinburg we parted like good friends, having, of course, exchanged contacts. Everyone went about their business, having experienced a wonderful night on the train. But I still had a goal, a dream, to hear this magical music again, and to be a violin in the hands of a skilled performer.