- I told him,
Soon the lights continued. The curtain opened and the game started. A man to the left of the stage is blood on the floor. Through the door on the right, a beautiful young woman in white trousers and a pink blouse came in and cried.
- How, how, how painful! How they fucked you! He woke up.
A man came to embrace her without abandoning her.
- That's not what you wanted, dear. We're free now.
Then we turned his face to the audience and saw a woman kneeling. Embarrassed. I didn't know what to do.
Man looking at young woman kneeling on the floor:
And now I can't resist more infamous:
- You explained your zipper, gentlemen, I told him to hear.
First there was a silence, then they laughed in front of the hall and laughed.
Bordeaux curtain closed. I was trying to figure out what was going on. The fat man on my right turns to the young lady on my left:
- He said he was a soldier, but he said.
If the lights don't tell you that they have stopped playing our tragic murder game before you open the scene and open the game from a technical mistake, the man in front of the scene opens again. .
This time the young lady on my left turned to the fat man and quietly:
- Wasn't this game? I said.
I don't know how long the game lasted. I don't know anything about what happened. My mind stayed with the man they called secretly and the young and beautiful people at the scene. I'm glad you're not my wife.
But I remember what words the game ended on.
The young lady came to the man on her head and hugged her from behind and said: