Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
When I see you, black eyes
I dream of dark nights!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
According to custom, yes in Russian
According to the custom of Petersburg!
I can't live without champagne
Yes, without camp, yes, yes, gypsy!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know, I saw you in not good hour!
Kiss me I like you
Kiss me, don't get poisoned!
Kiss Me! Then I you!
And then together we kiss!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know, I saw you at an unkind hour!
Translation
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
As you will see, black eyes
I just saw dark of the night!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
According to custom, Yes
According to the custom of Petersburg!
I can't live without champagne
Tabor Yes no Yes no Yes cyganskogo!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know, I saw you in an evil hour!
Kiss me, I like you
Kiss me, don't poison!
Kiss me! Then I will find you!
And the together we will kiss!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know, I saw you in an evil hour!
Am E7 Am
Black eyes, passionate eyes!
E7F
Eyes burning and beautiful!
Dm Am
E Am
I know I saw you at an unkind hour!
2.
Eyes black, burning fiery!
And they beckon distant countries,
Where love reigns, where peace reigns,
Where there is no suffering, where enmity is forbidden!
3.
If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have suffered like this,
I would live my life smiling.
You ruined me, black eyes,
They took away my happiness.
4.
Black eyes, burning eyes
The eyes are passionate and beautiful.
You ruined me, passionate eyes,
Took away my happiness...
5.
Black eyes, burning eyes
Eyes passionate and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know that I saw you not at a good hour!
There is no happiness without you, I am glad to give everything
For only yours, for a magical look!
And the light of the sun shines
Before the shining of dear eyes.
Oh, no wonder you are darker depths!
I see mourning in you my soul,
I see the flame in you, I am victorious:
A poor heart is burned on it.
3.
But I'm not sad, I'm not sad
My fate is comforting to me:
All that is best in life God has given us,
I sacrificed to the fiery eyes!
The white tablecloth is filled with wine,
All the hussars sleep soundly,
Only one does not sleep, drinks champagne,
He drinks everything gypsy for the contralto.
Do not be sad, hussar, pour wine,
Look in the glass, it's not there.
Or are you already drunk without champagne,
And from singing from the gypsy.
Petersburg custom,
According to purely Russian custom
We can't live without champagne
And without singing without gypsy.
Come to me, I like you.
Kiss me - you won't get poisoned.
First you me, then I you
Then together we kiss. Am E7 Am
Black eyes, passionate eyes!
E7F
Eyes burning and beautiful!
Dm Am
E Am
I know I saw you in an evil hour!
2 .
Black eyes, burning flame!
And they beckon to the Far,
Where there is love, where there is peace,
Where there is no suffering, where hostility ban!
3 .
Have not seen you would not have suffered so
I would have lived a life ulybayuchis.
You "ve ruined me, black eyes,
They have taken away my happiness forever.
4 .
Black eyes, eyes burning
Passionate eyes and perfect.
You "ve ruined me, passionate eyes,
They have taken away my happiness forever ...
5 .
Black eyes, eyes burning
Passionate eyes and perfect!
How I love you! I am afraid of you!
Know, I have not seen you in a good hour!
There is no happiness without you, I'm glad to give all
For your alone, for a magical sight!
And the pale light of the sun's rays
Previous expensive shining eyes .
Oh no wonder you are darker depths!
I see in you mourning for my soul,
See the flame in you I'm victorious:
Burned it on the heart of the poor.
3 .
But do not be sad I "m not sad, I
Reassuring me my fate:
All that is best in life God has given us,
In sacrifice I gave fired eyes!
white tablecloth filled with wine,
All hussars sleep deep sleep,
Only one not sleeping, drinking champagne,
For contralto drinks all Romani.
Don't be sad, hussar, pour the wine,
Look in the glass, there is no more of it.
Or you "re drunk without the champagne,
And the singing of the Roma.
According to custom, St. Petersburg,
According to custom, purely Russian
We can't live without champagne
And without singing without the Roma.
Come to me, I like you.
Kiss me - not a poison.
First, you got me, then I will,
Then we kiss each other.
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
When I see you, black eyes
I dream of dark nights!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
According to custom, yes in Russian
According to the custom of Petersburg!
I can't live without champagne
Yes, without camp, yes, yes, gypsy!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know, I saw you at an unkind hour!
Kiss me I like you
Kiss me, don't get poisoned!
Kiss Me! Then I you!
And then together we kiss!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know, I saw you at an unkind hour! Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
As you see, the eyes are black
I mereschatsya dark night!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
According to custom , but
According to the custom of Petersburg !
I can't live without champagne
Yes no yes no yes camp tsiganskogo!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! I am afraid of you!
Know, I saw you in an evil hour!
Kiss me, I like you
Kiss me, not a poison!
Kiss me! Then I love you!
And then together we kiss!
Black eyes, passionate eyes
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! I am afraid of you!
Know, I saw you in an evil hour!
BLACK EYES
Words by E. Grebenka
Music by F. Herman, arranged by S. Gerdal
Black eyes, passionate eyes!
Eyes burning and beautiful!
Oh, no wonder you are darker depths!
I see mourning in you for my soul,
I see the flame in you, I am victorious:
Russian songs and romances / Entry. article and comp. V. Gusev. - M.: Artist. lit., 1989. - (Classics and contemporaries. Poetic library). - without specifying the author of the music.
Often referred to as "music unknown author", which is not true. Performed to the music of F. Herman's waltz "Hommage", arranged by S. Gerdal, 1884.
Sometimes couplets by an unknown author are added to the text of Comb further - "The white tablecloth is flooded with wine, All the hussars sleep soundly, Only one does not sleep, drinks champagne ...", etc., they also exist as an independent song - see " White tablecloth". There is also a version of Chaliapin - see below. The romance is mentioned in the works of Anton Chekhov ("Champagne"), Vsevolod Krestovsky ("The Triumph of Baal").
Evgeny Pavlovich Grebenka(1812, pom. Shelter, Poltava province - 1843, St. Petersburg). Russian and Ukrainian poet. A descendant of the Zaporozhye Cossack gentry, a nobleman, graduated from the Nizhyn Gymnasium of Higher Sciences. He served in the Little Russian Cossack regiment in St. Petersburg (1831-1834), then in the civil service in the Commission of theological schools.
OPTIONS (4)
Black eyes, passionate eyes,
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you, how I fear you!
Know that I saw you at an unkind hour!
Oh, no wonder you are darker depths.
I see mourning in you for my soul.
I see the flame in you, I am victorious,
A poor heart is burned on it.
I would live my life smiling.
They took away my happiness.
For just one look, your magical look.
And paler than the light of the sun's rays
Before the shining of dear eyes.
But I'm not sad, I'm not sad
My fate is comforting to me:
All that God gave us the best in life,
I sacrificed to the fiery eyes!
Black eyes, passionate eyes,
Eyes burning and beautiful!
When I saw you, I lost my peace
And I forgot the whole world for you alone.
The text is based on E. Grebenka's poem "Black Eyes", written in 1843. The music was written no later than 1884.
Shadows of the Past: Old romances. For voice and guitar / Comp. A. P. Pavlinov, T. P. Orlova. - St. Petersburg: Composer St. Petersburg, 2007.
2. Black eyes
Black eyes, passionate eyes!
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
He lived his life happily
They took my happiness with them.
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know that I saw you not at a good hour!
There is no happiness without you, I am glad to give everything
For only yours, for a magical look!
And the light of the sun shines
Before the shining of dear eyes.
Black eyes, passionate eyes!
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know that I saw you not at a good hour!
From the repertoire of Isabella Yurieva. Recording on a plate - trial plate of the Riga plant, 1946, 11, signed: "E. Comb".
Black eyes: Old Russian romance. - M .: Eksmo Publishing House, 2004.
3. Black eyes
Version of the text performed by F. Chaliapin
Black eyes, burning eyes,
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know that I saw you not at a good hour!
Eyes black, burning fiery!
And they beckon to distant countries,
Where love reigns, where peace reigns,
Where there is no suffering, where enmity is forbidden!
If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have suffered like this,
I would live my life smiling.
You ruined me, black eyes,
They took away my happiness.
Black eyes, burning eyes,
The eyes are passionate and beautiful.
You ruined me, passionate eyes,
Took away my happiness...
Black eyes, burning eyes,
Eyes passionate and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know that I saw you not at a good hour!
Take my heart in ringing distance...: Russian romances and songs with notes / Comp. A. Kolesnikova. - M.: Sunday; Eurasia+, Polar Star+, 1996.
The words were written by Fyodor Chaliapin and are dedicated to him. future wife Italian Tornagi.
4. Black eyes
gypsy song
Words by E.P. Combs processed by an unknown author
Black eyes, passionate eyes!
Eyes burning and beautiful!
How I love you! How I fear you!
Know that I saw you not at a good hour!
If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have suffered like this,
He would have lived his life in clover.
You ruined me, black eyes,
They took away my happiness!
Cursed be the hour when I met you
Eyes black, rebellious!
If I hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have suffered like this,
I would live my life in clover.
I often dream in my midnight dream
And happiness is near,
And I woke up - the night around is dark,
And there is no one to pity me.
From the archive of prof. Vladimir Ivanovich Izvekov
PIANO NOTES (5 sheets):
Kulev V. V., Takun F. I. The Golden Collection of Russian Romance. Arranged for voice with piano (guitar) accompaniment. Moscow: Modern music, 2003.
- What's this?
Marina would like to lose the power of speech, but the words rushed out. Now to yell, pull Bragin's T-shirt, whip him on his reddened cheeks. Maybe that way he would understand what he did. What he did again in his own way, without thinking about her.
Bragin, reading it as open book, leaned over and looked into the darkening eyes. He knew that in this state, Marina did not listen much, but the presence of witnesses gave hope that she would not kill immediately. Will wait for the right moment, but for now it is necessary to act.
- Well, what are you up to? This is a guest ... We will improve relations ... Be friends, so to speak, against the new bosses. Come on, come on ... - using Marina's stupor, Oleg took Pavlova's coat, unfolded it and literally brought it to the living room by force. Kulikov was already in charge there, sharing with the bewildered Irina Alekseevna the details of why he was here and why Olga was not with him.
Indignation slowly crawled away, leaving Marina incomprehension. Why did this woman choose to pass? Even after what she had done, after she got out and framed her. How could she even think that they would sit down and get drunk now? You have to be an outright fool to believe this.
While Narochinskaya struggled with her demons and started up again, the men quickly poured vodka. Marina woke up when Oleg thrust a glass into her hand. She wanted to drink to calm her emotions, she no longer heard the toast, she simply poured the fiery liquid down her throat and suffocated from the burning sensation.
“Let’s have a snack, girls, we’ll have a snack,” Bragin frantically opened her mouth and threw a grape, which left a sweetish aftertaste, but did not remove the bitterness.
Who will prepare the salad? Marin…
- Can I help you? - stretched out along the strings of Pavlova. From the idea that she would now cook here and climb on kitchen cabinets, Marina became ill. This was still not enough.
- And we are with you, Seryoga, right now we will plan them, and the girls will choose the music for us and set the table. Yes girls? - it seems that Bragin felt the pre-stormy state of Narochinsky and decided to keep her busy. Pushing her to the table, he led his friend into the kitchen. Marina exchanged glances with the quiet Pavlova and realized how uncomfortable it was for her to be in her apartment.
- Can I help you? Irina Alekseevna suggested curtly.
- Yes, you better sit down. I'll choose the music…” Marina walked around the table. Turning away from the guest, she grabbed a stack of disks, mechanically began to sort through them, and she scrolled through her head recent meetings with Pavlova. All of them were unsuccessful. Looks like this one will be one of them.
- You good flat, Marina Vladimirovna ... - Pavlova, emboldened, raised her voice.
“Oh, what a good location,” Bragin put in his word, who, as it turned out, was following them, “And the alcohol market is around the corner ...
“Ah, well, you don’t need much,” Kulikov laughed.
No, I mean the apartment itself.
- Thank you, Irina Alekseevna, - exhaling, Marina turned around and smiled. After all, she did not want to pass for a careless hostess. The music center started working, and Narochinsky hoped that the awkwardness would go away, and the atmosphere of fun would still appear.
- Marin, what did you put there? Are we having a funeral? Kulikov was chewing something. - Let's do something more exciting.
“We haven’t even gotten drunk yet, Kulikov. Where are you hurrying? She involuntarily laughed.
- Exactly. We need to correct the situation, - Oleg put a plate on the table and took a bottle. “Girls, do the rest yourself…
“Of course,” Pavlova jumped up from her chair.
“These snacks are enough for us. Now they will bring sushi, - Marina came closer and received her prescribed hundred grams. - And it’s bad for Bragin to eat a lot.
"Oops," he chuckled resentfully, squinting his eyes. - I'm a moderately well-fed man ... And from your dry land, I will soon stretch my legs ...
- You won't last. People like you don’t die before the age of 70,” Marina laughed. She liked to dive with a man who responded to injections, but knew when to stop and slowed down, without bringing the situation to a major quarrel. And now Bragin put his arm around her shoulders and said loudly:
- Well, so that we live long and die not long.
“Bragin, well, you said,” Kulikov did not bring the glass to his mouth. And Marina, having had a bite, poked the drunk Oleg in the side and whispered sternly when he was distracted:
Since when do you dislike this sushi? You burst them for a sweet soul ... And you don’t need dumplings.
- They like it, they like it, but dumplings are sacred, - Oleg, cheered up, managed to kiss her on the lips.
Do you remember the guy with the fork in his side? So this is his wife for dumplings ... He is still ... - attracting attention to himself, Kulikov chattered like a machine gun. Listening to him, Marina did not notice how Bragin seated her next to him, without removing his hands from his shoulders. Under such a "wing" it was doubly warm and calm. An additional sedative was alcohol, which Oleg carefully added.
- No, I remember ... - Pavlova suddenly interrupted Sergei, who began to gesticulate and tell another story. The head of the department had already sparkled eyes, a blush appeared on her cheeks.
- So, so, Irina Alekseevna, you have a snack, a snack, - Oleg also looked after the guest. Remembering what they had last week, Pavlova crunched a cucumber and looked around triumphantly at everyone. Say, and she has a stock of topics for conversation.
- Why are you quiet? - Bragin moved his shoulder, on which Marina settled. Raising her head, she saw his caring eyes.
- I? I listen in general. Are you following me? I’m not 15 years old, Oleg Mikhailovich, I won’t turn off before everyone else, – Marina promised drunk.
“Well, look at me here,” he pointedly shifted his gaze to her wet lips. Eye contact lasted for a second, but during this time, the man and woman realized how the alcohol warmed their blood, began to pull towards each other.
- So, and this ... Bragin, you remember how in the operating room, - Kulikov prevented them. Soon the doorbell rang, and Marina went to meet the courier with food. Listening to the rolling laughter, Narochinskaya paid off the guy and took the package from him.
- Well, do you need cash? Bragin ran out into the corridor.
“That’s all,” Marina slammed the door. “To be honest, I’m already fine without sushi ...” she giggled at herself and at how she swims a little before her eyes.
- Have you calmed down? Won't you kill me? - Bragin blocked her path. Staring at him incomprehensibly, Marina raised her eyebrows and clarified defiantly:
– Do you want to? You actually deserved a slow and painful death.
- Is it for Pavlova? And then you want to sit for her, - Oleg shook his head.
- Here you are sometimes, what do you think, Bragin? – squinted, said Marina.
"This," he tapped his forehead.
- Yeah, I can't believe it...
- Well, don't start. Well, we are sitting. No one swears, no one argues, we are now in the same camp ... - Oleg took the package from her.
What other camp? I'm with this woman ... - Marina instantly lit up.
- And with me? Are you in the same camp with me? He drew her to him. Seeing how she was struggling with the temptation to start protesting, Bragin continued, “well, think about the fact that each other’s actions must be approved ...
- And also to get to know each other's opinions, - Marina could not restrain herself.
"That's right," he agreed conciliatoryly. - But I'm a fool. I always do it through one place ... It's good that you are already used to it.
- Who said that? - Marina tried to deviate and prevent him from reaching her lips, but Oleg held her back and did not allow her to be self-willed. He only loosened his grip when he stole a kiss, burning her skin with spiky bristles. - No, Bragin, we will retrain you ... Got it? - Opening her eyes, Narochinsky pointed her index finger at his chest. “No more guests without my knowledge…”
- Enough squeezing around here. Bragin, let's go, we'll grind something there ... - the excited Kulikov prevented their unity.
– Where are you? Marina stepped back. While she was gathering her thoughts, Sergey dragged Oleg out the door, Bragin barely had time to return the bag of food to her. In the living room, Pavlova met her with a terrible desire to help arrange the appliances.
- Marina Vladimirovna, I still look at you and wonder ... Yes, yes, of course, it's so amazing. Are you like that different people with Oleg Mikhailovich. And now together ... But, you know, I'm glad. I’m glad from the bottom of my heart,” the woman’s tongue began to stutter.
“Opposites attract…” Marina noted cautiously. She was not going to conduct sincere conversations with Pavlova, but it was stupid to remain silent. Moreover, the insult really disappeared somewhere, now Narochinskaya relaxed and did not want to argue.
- Of course of course! And you will re-educate Oleg Mikhailovich. He's already at home...
- Yeah, re-educate him. This is Bragin ... But we are moving in this direction, there is progress, - Marina fussed, trying to have time to set the table. - So, napkins ... - Pavlova contradicted and listed how Bragin had changed. It sounded like a balm to the soul, although Marina understood that Pavlova's talkativeness was largely related to how much she drank.
When the men returned, Narochinsky immediately understood why they had slipped away. Almost dropping the bottle of cognac, Marina exclaimed indignantly:
- Bragin! You promised…
- What am I doing here? He rolled his eyes. - It's all Kulikov ...
- Kulikov, since when do you smoke?
- Marina, here I wanted something ... The soul asks. Do not swear, we are one by one, - the zealous Sergey swayed and almost leaned against her, but Narochinskaya retreated in time and hid behind Bragin.
- Only without caresses, Kulikov. This is my woman,” he jokingly shoved his friend away. - Sit down, come on. Shall we continue our banquet?
And he continued. A new bottle of alcohol for mouth-watering sushi left very quickly. The river flowed not only alcohol, but also hospital stories. It turned out that Irina Alekseevna had accumulated a lot of them. Along the way, the woman remembered her acquaintance with the new head physician and personnel changes. It was impossible to stop Pavlova. The fact that she needed to pour less was clear when an open bottle fell to the floor from an awkward movement.
- Well, well, let's not get rowdy ... I'll bring it right now ... - Bragin rushed into the kitchen.
- A rag in the bathroom. Well, what are you doing there ... Irina Alekseevna, don’t touch you ... Kulikov, where are you climbing? - pushing him away, Marina followed Oleg, who went for a rag. They were followed by Pavlova's apologies and Sergey's lamentations. It seemed that the madhouse had migrated from Sklifa to Narochinsky's apartment.
“So where is she?” Well, they’re cleaning the whole floor there, - Oleg scoured the lockers.
“Let me find it,” colliding with him, Marina hit his shoulder and stepped back with a curse. - Damn, Bragin ... Clumsy bear!
- What am I doing here? he turned around.
- Nothing to do with it. As always, - remembering with what face Pavlova reached for the floor to start wiping the cognac, Marina almost burst out laughing.
- What are you? Oleg noticed this. Exchanging glances, the couple seemed to read each other's thoughts, - It's just that someone needs to drink less ... Who knew that Irina Alekseevna had such a weak body?
- She doesn't eat anything. I need to figure out where to put her. Here ... why are you laughing? Marina crossed her arms over her chest. She could admit to herself how she likes to coincide with him in her thoughts like this, to become halves of one whole. She got used to it very quickly.
- Well, the girls will lie down together, the boys separately ... like in a school camp, - Oleg sat down on the edge of the bath. - What a cool idea, did I?
“I haven’t slept with Pavlova yet. And you can sleep with Kulikov. I agree, - Narochinskaya sarcastically agreed. She broke off when she heard a hoarse voice interrupt the music in the living room. Oleg pricked up his ears too. - What's this? - Marina thought that she was mistaken, but she saw how Bragin's eyes were laughing.
- And this is a concert of the honored singer of the emergency surgery department of the Sklifosovsky Research Institute for Emergency Medicine Irina Alekseevna Pavlova. Does she take requests? - Oleg propped up the selections. - And how spiritually she sings ...
- Black eyes ... passionate eyes ... burning eyes ... and beautiful ... How I love you ... How I'm afraid ... I saw you ... I am at an unkind hour! - on last words Pavlova especially distinguished herself by raising her voice and shouting over the music so that the neighbors seemed to reach for their phones to dial 02.
- Well ... - Marina dived into the arms of Bragin, and pressed her hand to his mouth, preventing him from laughing. - Don't you dare, - it was also difficult for her not to laugh.
- Well? - removing her hand, Oleg left a few kisses on her wrist, and slyly clarified - for the sake of such a concert was it worth inviting her?
“Oh, that fixed everything,” the woman stroked his head. - Shh ... It's not good to laugh, - listening to how the manager pleases Kulikov with her vocal talent, Marina realized that the insult to this woman had gone somewhere. Apparently, strong drinks, from which I wanted to revel, as well as the presence of a beloved man nearby, helped better than any sedative. Passing her fingers along the back of the silent Oleg's head, Narochinskaya did not notice how he stroked her thighs and squeezed her tighter. - Oh, change of repertoire ...
- Mmm, - Oleg was carried away by caresses.
“Someone went down the hill ...” Irina Alekseevna knocked out a tear.
- Let's go, she will put all the neighbors on the ears ... Bragin, well, get off your back - it was not so easy to remove his hands. The exasperated man did not want to let her go and was happy to feel the elastic buttocks. "Stop asking...
"Who else is molesting here?" She came here, twirled around, - judging by the voice and wet eyes, Oleg was already tipsy. “Let me touch it,” he clenched his fingers.
- Let's go. Then you touch ... Come on, Oleg Mikhailovich, - an innocent kiss on the forehead did not pacify Bragin. Jumping up, the man pulled her towards him and reached his lips. Satisfied with a greedy, albeit short, kiss, Oleg released the woman.
"Now let's go," he smiled satiatedly.
- Cat!
Falling out of the bathroom laughing, Bragin and Narochinskaya arrived just in time. Kulikov invited the flirtatious Pavlova to dance. Oleg, without thinking twice, also pulled Marina to him. The presence of guests did not bother him.
- Vulgar, - after listening to a portion of Oleg's depraved proposals, Marina deviated and slapped him on the shoulder.
- Don't you understand? Hands, Bragin, - feeling how he takes advantage of their conversation and caresses her ass, Narochinskaya swayed slightly in a strong hug.
- What? - Oleg played with his eyebrows. Since when are we so humble? - he went with her to the window and gave more space for Pavlova and Kulikov, who giggled and were carried away by each other.
“Actually, we have guests,” Marina straightened her knees and arched her back when the man pinched her ass. - Bragin!
- Yes, they do not care about us ... Well, look, - Oleg insistently drew her to him and nodded to the side. As soon as Sergei collapsed on his knees and held out his hand to Pavlova, who burst into ringing laughter.
- Oh, God, you ... - Marina was even afraid for the safety of her friend's kneecaps. But Kulikov himself showered compliments on Irina Alekseevna, who began to circle around him. - A nightmare ... - smiling, Narochinskaya relaxed and already with pleasure felt how Bragin lifted her jacket.
Whether the drink did its job, or just the mood was right, but Marina suddenly felt unusually light and calm. Music lulled, eyes stuck together and while the guiding star was a man who smelled of tart perfume, cigarettes and unchanging confidence. Bragin more and more pressed the seductive body to himself, glided painlessly neatly trimmed surgical nails along the back and caught the elusive temple with his lips.
Enjoying his caresses, Marina let her head fall on her shoulder and buried her face in Oleg's neck. She lazily thought that she had retrained her to use his cheap cologne, now this smell became her own and so exciting that her consciousness sometimes fogged up from it.
- Are you sleeping? - recognizing why she barely moves her legs and settles, Oleg was almost offended - he was used to the fact that they participate in their games together. - Marin...
"I'm not sleeping." She reluctantly opened her eyes. “Go on…” Smiling, the woman waited for him to continue stroking her and making her shiver with this fleeting seduction.
- Are you crazy? Can I do well?
– Right here? Marina couldn't help laughing.
– Why here? Something else was missing ... We will not show all the achievements ... We must ...
- Oh, time! - Bragin fell silent at the moment when Kulikov shouted. Marina started up in fright and saw how Sergey beats his knees, throws his legs to the side, and then squats and stands up a couple more times with a victorious yell. A wild dance threatened festive table, and Oleg had to let Marina go in order to rush to a friend.
- Seryoga, come on ... Why are you making a fuss?
- Bragin? Who? I? Yes, I'm dancing ... My soul sings ... Irina Alekseevna! As there? Black eyes…. Kulikov tore his ligaments. - Passionate eyes ...
- We must drink! - staggering, said Pavlova.
“Madhouse,” Marina breathed nervously. She herself plopped down on the sofa and grabbed a glass of cognac that Bragin hadn't finished drinking. A couple more such tricks from the guests, and Narochinskaya will be ready to break her promise and smoke. Moreover, the pack lying on the table was incredibly drawn.
- Everyone, drink! - Oleg with difficulty seated Kulikov on a chair and poured out the rest of the vodka to everyone. When his gaze settled on Narochinsky, she showed him his glass. "Smart," he nodded approvingly. - Well, my friends? We drink to the fact that the new bosses rolled away ... woo there ?!
After drinking, Kulikov suddenly hurried, which Oleg did not like. Persuading a friend to stay the night, Bragin forced Marina to join in the persuasion. Narochinskaya was afraid that Sergei would remain somewhere on the street, that Olya would definitely not forgive them. Everything was in vain, calling a taxi, Kulikov left.
“A stubborn donkey,” concluded Bragin, closing the door behind him.
- Where did you look? A? Marina left the bedroom.
- Well, what about me? Do you need to twist it? Nothing will happen to him. Get home, sleep...
- Then you will say this to Olya, - Marina waved him off. Considering in her mind what to do with Pavlova, she looked into the living room and was stunned. Irina Alekseevna had already managed herself - she settled down on the sofa and fell asleep, touchingly putting her hands under her head.
“And you don’t have to sing a lullaby,” Bragin, who came up to her, whispered in her ear. And it's time for us...
"Right, let's go to bed?" I'm falling off my feet ... - Marina leaned against him. - Well, evening, - when Oleg wrapped his arms around her waist, she put her palms on top.
- What kind of sleep? Marina Vladimirovna, and hugs? Sekas ... - Oleg buried himself in her crown. From his breath it became hot, and from the sweet foreboding pulled in the lower abdomen.
– How do you imagine it at all? What if he hears? Marina pointed to Pavlova.
Do you think she doesn't know what it is? Oleg breathed heavily, burrowing into her tangled hair. She learned all his habits, knew inside and out how he would behave, how he would inflame, achieve that she threw herself into passion with her head. Judging by the warm waves that swept through the body, it was not long to wait. “Especially since we quietly ...” he began to retreat with her towards the door.
- Quietly? Bragin, you don’t know how, - Marina walked, leaning on him and knowing that he would not drop her.
"Let's learn... I want you," he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
“Nothing will happen ... Bragin,” the body let down, and in spite of her restraint, she fawned over Oleg. Feeling such responsiveness, the man became persistent and frank.
“We’ll see about that…” he pulled her into the bedroom.
Fortunately, even the sounds of kisses and stifled laughter did not wake up Irina Alekseevna. She dreamed of a hospital, a new boss ... Under a hackneyed favorite motive - black eyes, passionate eyes ...
