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Next, I also rushed a bullet into my room, turned off the light, sniffed.
under the blanket of his bed, just at the moment when the entrance doors began to open.
I heard my mother enter the apartment, first she went to her room, then after five minutes the door of my room quietly opened.

I heard her quiet breathing near the door, apparently she was watching me closely, then I heard her say with a sigh in a quiet whisper: “The poor thing with these exams completely exhausted,” and then just as quietly closed the door behind her.
Then came the sounds of work from the kitchen, she walked around the apartment gathering for about ten minutes until I heard the sound of a lockable front door lock.
My heart was pounding, I was very agitated by the latest events, my imagination painted various erotic scenes for me, and even without imagination I was very excited by the fact that my strict and correct mother went to someone else’s apartment in the first hour of the night, and drunk peasant.
No, in my mind I understood that she felt miserable for him, that she feared that he really could have committed suicide, but really, could not one think of any other way to solve the problem ?! Although in essence, what is wrong with that, now she will go to him, sit with Gennady another watch, make sure that he calms down, and with a

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But I could not calm down, I was neither dead nor dead on the bed, my ear was pressed against the wall, trying to hear at least something through the wall.
But behind the wall everything was quiet, which made me very angry.
An obsessive idea was spinning in my head, trying to climb Gennady from our balcony onto the balcony, especially since the very base of the balcony was solid, and the only thing that they were not separated by a large partition, the balconies themselves were not warmed.
So, I walked around in my room for about an hour and spent an hour crawling my ear on the wall, trying to at least hear something to understand what my mom is doing right now.
I was desperate to hear something behind the wall, when suddenly something happened that I was so impatiently waiting for all the time! I first heard the loud voice of Gennady Viktorovich, and then the quieter voice of my mother! They talked among themselves, and it seemed they were arguing about something, but arguing rather joking as I could discern Gennady’s laughter and sometimes mom’s quiet chuckle.
Then the voices were heard more clearly and there was a sharp creak of the bed, this is a campaign man sat on his bed.
It seemed to me that his voice rang right in my ear.
By the way, while making a retreat, I will say a few words about this creaky bed: it was an old iron Soviet bed, where the place of a normal bottom is iron mesh tensioned, now they are preserved except somewhere in the villages.
People who grew up in the Soviet era should know how much, noisy these so-called lodges are.
Gennady Viktorovich’s bed was not an exception; over the years I was used to hearing this rusty creak when the owner got up from her bed, lay down or simply turned over on his side.
Events in the meantime in the room were gaining an interesting turn, and I finally began to understand what was going on.
Gennady sat on his bed and asked his mother to help him undress, since he was so drunk that his hands would not obey.
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