December 25
No electricity. One article rendered. While at it, I had a theosophical talk with Wagrum and Lenic.
(...the Master I've lately subscribed to should be pleased with me duly following His instructions — discuss such things whenever and whoever with it's possible...)
It sounded more like a sermon though than a trilateral talk. All they did was just listening to my palaver and making no comment because such subjects had been completely absent from the ideas-inoculation-kit used throughout our mutually vast SOVIET HOMELAND. In the end something started to dawn upon them and Lenic asked cautiously if I was a God believer.
'No fear,' said I, 'my believing faculty is gone for good like the chopped off appendix.'
At home Valyo was awaiting for me to start drinking the X-mass in. Then, he left taking home his family's share of bread baked by our mutual mother-in-law.
Soon after Valyo's departure, Slavic, a Muscovite compo, knocked on the door and the alcoholiday flowed on under the yarn of his front-line stories.
(A jobless ex-sportsman without what you call 'immaculate records' he joined a phedayeePHEDAYEE —
(Armenian borrowing from Greek) "freedom fighter".
group as a sharpshooter).
After a while my mother-in-law and Roozahna left for the Underground giving the opportunity for Sahtik and me to have it. However, we were still at the table when a massive missile round hit the town. The moment the last bangs' echo died away, Ahshaut woke up crying.
(...I had a strong suspicion though that Sahtik did the trick to shun an unremitting sex with the drunken pig of me...)
Under the circumstances I only had to take crying Ahshaut and taciturn Sahtik over to the Underground.
Then, I returned and saw Slavic off. He was quite tight.
At a quarter-past-ten pm, the electricity came on in. I'm alone.
Good night.
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