even now I don't understand them right…)
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Lekha Kuzko brought the blissful news – we were to play dances at the KEMZ Plant Palace of Culture, he had arranged it.
I was delighted because there's no life without playing dances. Besides, when Olga and I were coming to dances at Loony and they kicked up a fight on the dance-floor there, I feared of accidental harm to her belly, although it was not noticeable yet.
The dances at KEMZ were attended by a crowd from neighborhoods too distant from Loony. Although The Spitzes played better music than we, yet long waiting for a streetcar after their dances would cure any melomania. And even some bros from the Settlement began to show up at the KEMZ Palace of Culture. People like to join familiar crowds…
Vladya and Chuba were drafted into the army. Sur, a neighbor of Chuba's, being still a tenth-grader, stepped into his shoes as the bass guitarist.
A guy from Zagrebelya, handled Fofik, started to sing with us. He sported long curly hair and showed slight vestiges of speech problems in his childhood which, probably, accounted for his babyish handle. Fofic’s crowning number was the song by Makarevitch from “Time machine” group.
"I drink to those who're at the sea now…"
Nothing of a lisp or stutter here. And another one, about an American pilot, shot down in the sky over Vietnam.
"My F-4 as fast as a bullet…"
(…only recently I found out that was a Russian adaptation of the "Secret Service Man" of Mel Tormé which he sang back in the '50s.
In music, they always were ahead of us…)
One night Olga got with her kisses to my dick, and I yawped, "No need for a wafflister wife!"
She shrunk back, and I immediately regretted my idiocy. Moron! Why? It was so good!. And what hurts most of all, the words were out before I even knew they were there, that sudden yell surprised me too, not allowed any stretch for thinking over… but fixed me into the crowd of stupid seminarians
When it became too cold in the lean-to, we moved into the khutta, on the couch in the kitchen. Each night, I tightly closed the double-leaf door between the kitchen and the room where slept my parents, and my brother and sister. Not because we were having sex every night, but so that they did not guess on what night we were at it…
At the dances in KEMZ Olga seldom danced, the belly became too big but the rock’n’rollers jumped around without ever heeding where to. And her light brown mini coat became too small for fastening any lower than by the two upper buttons.
Once she began to cry at night that I completely fell out of love with her. But that was not true, I felt sorry for her and wanted to protect from everything. Olga cried and cried until she made me make love to her. And it was good, only I tried to be very careful so as not to hurt the belly in any way. Four days later Olga gave birth to my first daughter, Lenochka…
Children are the flowers of life until they wake up.
"All the day you cried and criedWith your mouth open wide,No more crying by my sideOr I'll throw you outside!"
Although hardly blessed with a stupefying volume, Olga’s tits kept turning out milk in more than enough quantities. The surplus outpour, not consumed by the baby, had to be milked off into a glazed cup. And, of course, she didn’t get off my back until I agreed to try the product. Well, tastes differ and stuff, there’s no use to argue, but what the heck do them those silly babies find in it? Pasteurized milk is much better…
Aunt Nina said that the child must be baptized and we took Lenochka to a khutta nearby School 12, at the address given by Olga's aunt. There were many people crowding in the yard. On the whole, it was a church though without the cross on its roof, sort of an underground temple. But inside it was a commonplace khutta only without a single piece of furniture. The baby was taken out of the envelope, sprinkled hastily so as to make her howl in protestation, and presented with a small cross on a string.
I forgot even to think about the holy event, yet at the end of January Lyonya, Manager of the Experimental Unit and also the Komsomol Head of the Repair Shop Floor called all the younger locksmiths up to the Management Office after work for a Komsomol meeting.
There he announced that he was informed by the City Komsomol Committee that I had been to church and baptized my child for which breach of Komsomol ethics the present meeting should pronounce a reprimand to me, as a renegade member.
Everyone voted "pro" at once to cut the meeting short and go home but, leaving hurriedly, expressed their condolence to me for not getting expelled from the organization completely, which lucky outcome would cancel another ten years of their keeping Komsomol contributions from my wages.
As I learned later, the priest baptizer each month was handing in the list of visitors to his crossless church-khutta. That's some underground clergyman for you… But then, so, probably, were their conditions for letting him function at all.
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And in February I ran into a huger penalty… Lekha Kuzko was going then to the city of Korosten to bring electric guitars for the KEMZ Palace of Culture, and I wanted to go with him. That morning I climbed up to the Management Office and asked to let me go, but they told me to wait for the CEO of the Repair Shop Floor.
When Lebedev's black greatcoat showed up in the Mechanical Shop Floor aisle, I went out to meet him. However, at so early an hour, his back was not straightened up to the proper degree or else he'd kept it overly upright the day before but all he managed to mumble at the moment