Metamorphosis-1. Sensation of the Woman

Grandfather stopped in the middle of the room and looked at me as if he’d just noticed that I’m in this room, too. And then again, he jumped on me.

– Jerk?

– You – are a jerk. How old are you, granddaughter? А…

– You don’t understand…

He even waved his hand – from disappointment.

– When will first quarter of genereal it hit you? Well…

– In this sidereal – or the next one? These idiotic chronology systems of yours…

– As it used to be – great. Year – decade, a hundred years – century. The fondness of the ear.

– And now what? Sidereal and genereal. Ugh.

– What are you looking at here? Nothing else to do?

– Who told you to take my dad’s bio-memory?

Come on, come on, Grandpa. Calm down.

I’m gonna go get him a street coke. He likes it.

– Here you go, Grandpa. Have a drink. Calm down.

– First of all, I’m not watching. You can’t look at bio-memory, you can only take note of.

– And secondly, it’s easy to call a jerk, and I’m doing my homework, by the way.

– Yeah.

– And I had the first quarter of my genereal was 2 sidereals ago. I already have access to historical bio-memory. Otherwise, your father’s journal, just wouldn’t have responded to my contact.

– And thirdly – the bio-memory does not turn on, but starts broadcasting.

This is what he loves. Reasonable and logical. Everything is laid out on shelves.

My grandfather looked at me and apparently – was collecting his thoughts. I swallowed more street and…

– Come on – rewind a bit and start. Let’s see together what you are doing for your homework.

Excellent. Carried.

Rewind – this means moving in the opposite direction. Launch means starting up the normal course of time. Good good.

Chapter 4. FOOT… AND MORE ABOVE

…

Looking into her eyes, I lower my hand – right on the rise of her foot. So, that my palm rests, almost completely closing, and my fingers and curvature of the ascent, feeling the tenderness of the stocking and the beating pulse on a randomly caught vein, and my thumb slips under the foot, almost to the heel itself…

She winces. And the look – from the student turns into a wondering and approving.

I am starting my Way.

Wondrous leg

female cats

the heel is softer than a flower,

let me hold on

a little leg

milk white skin,

black stocking

and the foot of a ballerina

passion, and not easy to rise

no more attractive

of this picture,

leg!!!!!!!!

on my knee…

(Svetlana Er)

This poem, it seems to me, is very suitable for this entry in my diary. I remember – told Svetlana about this adventure and she wrote this poem. Amazingly accurate and poetic.

But…

I need to go back to the restaurant. They are waiting for me there. I have not finished with the leg…

…

She flinched. And the leg instinctively bent at the knee. Just a little bit…

Ahhh…

Somewhere there, at the end of my journey, a blinding white flash suddenly flashed. As if – an incredible light force burst out of the dungeon – someone or something, but with a frantic desire for light and for me…