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Нет смысла разъяснять, что этот автор пользуется псевдонимом . Равно как и не нужно говорить откуда он родом. Псевдоним рассказал с точностью до секунд в долготе и широте . А глядя на его фото на обложке книги, изданной издательством BREEZE - и без перевода понятно: таксист.И не простой, а талантливый! Помните как Аркадий Райкин выбрал однажды образ таксиста с тем, чтоб продемонстрировать свои наблюдения над людскими характерами. И не спроста! Ведь лучшей возможности чем в кабине такси - для исследования людских душ и не найти. Здесь и откровения, и плачь в жилетку, и всплески радости, и приступы любви на заднем сидении. Словом, сама жизнь!
И уважаемый автор не прокатил мимо неё по обочине, не свернул в глухую улочку,а на полном ходу мчит по ней не сбрасывая обороты! И нас в попутчики приглашает. Что ж, в дорогу! Ведь какие люди на пути подсаживаются. Знакомьтесь!
И уважаемый автор не прокатил мимо неё по обочине, не свернул в глухую улочку,а на полном ходу мчит по ней не сбрасывая обороты! И нас в попутчики приглашает. Что ж, в дорогу! Ведь какие люди на пути подсаживаются. Знакомьтесь!
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I was astonished on her action I thought first some talk.
- What do you have in the bottle? she asked relaxed. - Brandy! Do you want some? - Yes! I'm a little thirsty! She's not bad! Her breasts should be a little bigger, but her skin is nice and white! I poured a half a glass of brandy with shaking hand, and I ran to the bed. Giving her the glass she warned me: - But I can't stay more than an hour! she looked at me deeply and she opened her legs way out. |
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- That's OK! and I was already beside her on the bed. I saw a little smile on her face, but she continued drinking slowly from her glass.
I was anxious and my hands were moving on all her body. She warned me again with a trembling voice.
- Don't forget, it's just one hour!
The next minute I went over her and it took me a short time to be in her. She made no rejection what so ever, the opposite, she was very cooperative. She was good and I was trying to make as much love as could within an hour. Much later my mouth got dried up so I went to the kitchen sink for water. On the way back to the bed I made a glimpse over the clock. It was two o'clock in the morning. I recalled we arrived in the apartment at seven thirty in the evening. All this time we made love she hasn't said a word. Not even when she saw the clock, she was not caring at all. I went to bed, we made love again, and then I fell asleep.
Suddenly, the telephone rang very loudly. It took me some time to pick it up.
- Hello?
- Is your name Teth Gyula? a strange voice asked. -Yes!
- This morning at eight o'clock you must be at the No.l police station, in Mr. Boulbanier's office! Do you understand? ordered the strong voice.
- Yes, I do! and the phone just hung up on the other side.
- What's wrong? asked the girl beside me.
- I don't' know! I have no idea! I said honestly. Then I checked the time. It was five o'clock in the morning.
- Who was that? she asked me again.
- The police called me! I must go to the police station at eight o'clock in the morning!
- But why?
-I don't know! I have really, no idea!
I got very scared. Back in Hungary, during the communist regime, the secret police, called AVH, was calling people in the middle of the night just for some checkups, like:
- Are you John Smith?
- Yes!
- OK! and the police was hanging up. You can imagine why people were scared.
This situation was very similar. The girl could have even thought I'm a criminal.
- What's the time? she asked agitated.
- Five!
-I must go now, it's very late! Could you, please call a taxi?
- I'll bring you home!
- Oh, no! I want to take a taxi! I felt she was afraid.
- Maybe it's just a routine checkup! I tried to relax her. -1 hope you're right!
Then I called "Diamond Taxi" and ordered a cab. While she was dressing up she hasn't looked at me at all, being afraid I could see her mistrust on her face. I was sad and I wished I could die. Meantime the taxi arrived and the driver was ringing downstairs at the door.
- Would you accept some money for the taxi?
- No, thank you! I have money!
I was standing naked in the middle of the room. She just left and closed the door behind. I felt confused. Why I have all these troubles? I'm usually a helpful individual, so I expect good things from others! I do no harm, so why anyone should make me troubles ? I looked for the time again, it was five thirty. / could still sleep two more hors! I set the alarm clock for seven and went back to bed. I was exhausted and couldn't sleep. All I was thinking of the girl and police. Why do the police want me? What did I do wrong? I believe in public protection, but then why the police are bothering me early in the morning? Tormenting myself like that I finally got sleep.
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I was anxious and my hands were moving on all her body. She warned me again with a trembling voice.
- Don't forget, it's just one hour!
The next minute I went over her and it took me a short time to be in her. She made no rejection what so ever, the opposite, she was very cooperative. She was good and I was trying to make as much love as could within an hour. Much later my mouth got dried up so I went to the kitchen sink for water. On the way back to the bed I made a glimpse over the clock. It was two o'clock in the morning. I recalled we arrived in the apartment at seven thirty in the evening. All this time we made love she hasn't said a word. Not even when she saw the clock, she was not caring at all. I went to bed, we made love again, and then I fell asleep.
Suddenly, the telephone rang very loudly. It took me some time to pick it up.
- Hello?
- Is your name Teth Gyula? a strange voice asked. -Yes!
- This morning at eight o'clock you must be at the No.l police station, in Mr. Boulbanier's office! Do you understand? ordered the strong voice.
- Yes, I do! and the phone just hung up on the other side.
- What's wrong? asked the girl beside me.
- I don't' know! I have no idea! I said honestly. Then I checked the time. It was five o'clock in the morning.
- Who was that? she asked me again.
- The police called me! I must go to the police station at eight o'clock in the morning!
- But why?
-I don't know! I have really, no idea!
I got very scared. Back in Hungary, during the communist regime, the secret police, called AVH, was calling people in the middle of the night just for some checkups, like:
- Are you John Smith?
- Yes!
- OK! and the police was hanging up. You can imagine why people were scared.
This situation was very similar. The girl could have even thought I'm a criminal.
- What's the time? she asked agitated.
- Five!
-I must go now, it's very late! Could you, please call a taxi?
- I'll bring you home!
- Oh, no! I want to take a taxi! I felt she was afraid.
- Maybe it's just a routine checkup! I tried to relax her. -1 hope you're right!
Then I called "Diamond Taxi" and ordered a cab. While she was dressing up she hasn't looked at me at all, being afraid I could see her mistrust on her face. I was sad and I wished I could die. Meantime the taxi arrived and the driver was ringing downstairs at the door.
- Would you accept some money for the taxi?
- No, thank you! I have money!
I was standing naked in the middle of the room. She just left and closed the door behind. I felt confused. Why I have all these troubles? I'm usually a helpful individual, so I expect good things from others! I do no harm, so why anyone should make me troubles ? I looked for the time again, it was five thirty. / could still sleep two more hors! I set the alarm clock for seven and went back to bed. I was exhausted and couldn't sleep. All I was thinking of the girl and police. Why do the police want me? What did I do wrong? I believe in public protection, but then why the police are bothering me early in the morning? Tormenting myself like that I finally got sleep.
X X X