More shortly, has come true: after a year of acquaintance all the same make decision to move to the young man. The man's individual in his face peeps from delight! Still: now it will not be necessary to walk me on restaurants then regularly to deliver home, to give flowers etc., etc. the Purpose it is reached – relations have passed to new (ordinary) level.

All these "changes" of delight somehow do not cause in me. More likely, an easy panic. The barchelor dwelling through impregnated with asceticism and the scornful relation to the blessings of a civilisation, never caused in me superfluous illusions. We will tell so, we with this den have taken a dislike each other at first sight. I it am for scandalous wretchedness, and it me – for impudent intrusion into its walls and spirit of inevitable changes. All right, the decision is accepted, the way is not present back. I move things, being in passing convinced what to put them there is no place. The feeling of a panic amplifies, and in a head the disturbing question is formed, on how many I here will suffice. Under the most optimistical forecasts leaves, that week is my limit. Therefore reasonably I decide not to move all things at once.

….cherez month curtains, pillows, a coverlet in a bedroom are got, the old ugly armchair is thrown out, the case and a curbstone under the ancient TV is bought. From a summer residence fixtures and a locker are transported. Pipes in a bathroom are painted. Gradually the den starts to resemble human habitation. And my nervous system starts to feel requirement for a valerian.

… in a month the man's individual is accustomed to wash behind itself ware and from a half-kick to take out dust. To accustom it to place optimum priorities "work-house" it does not turn out yet. My nervous system tests wild nedosyp.

…. The man's individual leaves in business trip. I suffice all necessary and I dump home. I make normal tea, I take a pile of favourite films, I flop on a sofa and I vanish for a society … Parents reel up circles round a sofa and stuff me with delicacies. As all the same well houses!

… there Passes week. Favourite trousers are not clasped any more, but in a shower full "zen". With horror I wait for the business trip termination …

… in a month: well …. Basically, not all so is terrible, as it seemed …

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