In the next booth slapped a door. Rustling of a lifted skirt was distributed. Lenka looked at the slippery finger and put it, this time to my mouth. Michel My wife died 5 years ago, it was certainly the hard blow for me, but nevertheless the love storming in us during youth, already ceased, besides I was already morally ready to it, it had a cancer of a throat and she slowly died already in a current of year so the death became its disposal of sufferings. Two months which have passed after her death, I practically do not remember, pomnyumny drank, often did not spend the night at home, remaining in an insole drunk for the night with friends. Women were not, and I can simply them did not remember in drunk waste, so it is possible to consider that they were not.
