The bull and the butterfly. Alla Krasnova

that her soul will not let her down and will give her everything she needs for creativity, but in the body she is not sure, but from the body she is waiting for a trick at any moment. But still, Eve hopes it doesn’t let her down. At least for the next three and a half months. What happens next doesn’t matter to Eve. She doesn’t make up her mind for so long. The main thing is to put on a performance, and then come what may.

      4

      «What am I going to tell her?» Jean asks, clearly in a bad mood.

      Jean has tousled hair and a sleepy face. He doesn’t like the idea of asking to go to a theater where he doesn’t want to work. In fact, Jean hopes that he will not be taken to this theater. He’s almost certain of it.

      «I don’t know, honey. You will say that you can’t live without the theater, you are delusional about the stage, you will say that you agree to work in the crowd from morning to night. Just show her your legs.» Legs are your entrance ticket to the crowd. You should have seen that toad all dressed up in furs last night. The furs on her shoulders and under her nose are also furs, «Elona laughs. «I can’t understand why everyone loves her so much. Personally, I can’t stand her. Nasty old toad. When I think that you will have to humiliate yourself in front of her, I even feel uneasy. But the end, as they say, justifies the means. Elona pours a bowl of liquid porridge and sets it on the table.

      – what is it? Jean asks, looking at the porridge.

      Jean avoids talking about the theater. He doesn’t like it all. He is quite happy to work as a math teacher at school. In addition, Jean is studying in absentia at a graduate school and is going to become a candidate of technical sciences.

      «Can’t you see?» This is oatmeal porridge. What do you want, porridge made from ladybirds that haven’t been milked before? Elona grins.

      «No,» he says sadly. «But it’s just the third day in a row that we’ve been eating oatmeal porridge. It’s a crazy thing to do.

      «I don’t know. Someone, maybe, can go crazy, and you Zhanchik need to lose a couple of kilogrammesммof chicks, otherwise fat hangs from your impudent ryakhi жир свисает. So eat it. Besides, I can’t cook for us separately. I don’t have much time, I need to work on myself, study, develop plastic surgery. So eat it. Eat some oatmeal, Zhanchik. Well, don’t eat anything. I don’t care. Don’t forget that I have a major role in the play, and I have to appear in front of the audience in all my glory, «Elona admires herself in the mirror.

      A mirror is Elona’s favorite object, and she always admires herself when she gets the chance. She would spend her whole life admiring only herself, because that’s the only way to make others admire her.

      «Mmm-me,» Jean says. «It looks like food that has passed through my intestines more than once,» Jean says dejectedly, thinking, that this muddy and sticky mess is similar to his life, because both are swamps that he is fed up with.

      «You know what I think when I look at our toad,» Elona says with a smile. «I think she’s so nervous, because no one’s fucking her.» It seems to me that this lady is very fond of young boys. If that’s the case, she might have her eye on you, and you might be able to make your way into the crowd through the bed. I’m already an adult, I’m a girl, so I understand that, in general, this is normal. So I’ll let you do it once. Close your eyes and think about Africa, «Elona laughs.

      Jean drops his spoon and leaves the room.

      «Noo Jean, where are you going, I was just joking! she shouts after him.

      But in fact, Elona was not joking, she at all costs wants to get out of this city to Moscow, so she is considering all possible options. Elona was already twenty-three years old, and she knew that the time of her youth was inexorably passing, because you can’t always be young and beautiful.

      Elona knows that even though Jean has lost his temper, he is not going anywhere from her, he will definitely come back, because he cannot help but love her. He had already left more than once and returned every time. She doesn’t worry about it, and it’s much more frightening for her that now she will have to swallow five full spoonfuls of oatmeal porridge cooked in water on her own. Sometimes Elona has a gag reflex as soon as she smells this porridge. But Elona tolerates, she will eat it through force, because it must be young and fresh, and without oatmeal, perfect skin is difficult to achieve. She wants to keep herself in shape, so she is ready to eat it through force, barely restraining the gag reflex. Usually, Elona tells herself why she eats this porridge, because to swallow it, you need an incentive. Before she starts eating, Elona sets herself up for about ten minutes to eat this porridge.

      Elona puts the spoon in her mouth and then quickly swallows the porridge.

      «To have all the looks you could ever want,» Elona says out loud. Usually, she does not specify what exactly she dreams of, because Elona is afraid to narrow down the range of her desires with specifics, and accordingly the range of their fulfillment.

      «For having my own apartment in Moscow,» Elona says, taking a second spoonful.

      «For men to fall in love with me, the richest and the best.» And thegood thing is that I did it, «Elona says, and hears Jean arrive.

      Elona never eats a spoon for mom and dad, as she was usually taught as a child. Ohna thinks thatYe has grown up too much since then to think about other people now. She thinks about herself, and her priority is not close people, but success, recognition, fame.

      Jean didn’t come empty-handed. He их bought chips and Coca-Cola at the store that is directly under theirм, house. Elona doesn’t understand how you can eat this stuff, but it’s what she тоже wants, too. So when she sawwhat Jean had in his hands, she immediately had a fit of irritation. On the one hand, ona does not understand how one can be so careless and socareless about eating junk food, and on the other hand, she understands that only such food gives her pleasure. But she doesn’t eat it, fearing that it will interfere with her success and fame, which she directly links to her appearance. A bad appearance is a bad fate, and a good appearance is a good fate.

      «You’re just like that Coca-Cola,» she says sourly, not trying to hide her annoyance. «There are too many of them,» she says defiantly to Jean, who is sitting in front of the TV. – You can’t be so unselfish when you’re with a woman like me. A place with me, Jean, still needs to be earned. And when you have Coca-Cola flowing in your veins, it’s quite difficult to do this, «Elona swallows the last fifth spoonful of porridge with difficulty, completely forgetting to provide her with a wish, becausethe happiness depicted on Jean’s face makes it difficult for her to concentrate. She’s terrified that he’s going to crunch potato chips and enjoy it. Yey even wants to put a plate of leftover porridge on his head.

      5

      Eve puts the receiver down on the head of an old beige telephone and feels a sense of relief. She feels this relief at three and a half o’clock in the morning. She called her assistant Lenochka, who at any time of the day or nighthas to sit on the phone and wait for her call. Afterall, some unexpected thoughts about the performance can come to Eva’s mind at any time of the day or night, so Lenochka should be ready to write it all down and provide Eva’s thoughts with a material embodiment.

      Eva has insomnia and can’t sleep. She knows that she won’t fall asleep, so she goes to kuh nude to eat sunflower seeds, dressed in a nightgown and with her hair tousled from sleepню есть. Now she will measure the time with handfuls of sunflower seeds until morning. Even many neighbors have noticed that в окнах Eva’s windows often по ночамhave lights on at night because Eva doesn’t sleep. Eva sits at the table and eats sunflower seeds. Her head is empty, because it has just freed her from the thoughts that long thoughts have brought from her dreams. ила ее мыслей, навеянных долгими размышленьями от ее снов.

      Eve