Georgy Stenkin - Metamorphosis-1. Sensation of the Woman

Crazy power.

How would you describe it more colorful?

Imagine that you are sitting by the fire, somewhere on the edge of the field, at the very beginning of the forest looming over you. Night…

A full sky of stars, as if cast over a whole world – a bedspread with interweaving of drawings. Capricorn, Dipper, Sagittarius… And – who else is there? You are fascinated to look at the plasma riot of fire, with a million languages – from dark red to dazzlingly sunny, licking each other, tossing about in one – led dance…

And suddenly, from there from the hellish inside of firebrands, logs and coals, a comet flies out and swiftly lands on your knee. Hissing, burning jeans fabric and instantly getting to your body.

You scream wildly and begin to jump around the bonfire in a frenzy of papuanism, trying to shake off this pain and this shock.

You didn’t happen – making your way in the jungle, under the drooping vines and big-leafed leaves of marvelous trees, you suddenly feel on your shoulder – a strange weight and coolness. Turning his head – to see that this is something with the thickness of your hand, stirs and tries to find balance on your shoulder. Snake. Awesome. Rather, only her tail.

Not?

Believe me then.

Something between the stinging coal from a fire in your lower leg and the deadly weight of the anaconda falling on your shoulder, something between these two crazies – I experienced now.

Though…

On my knee – lay of amazing beauty, weightless charm and radiating perfection itself – a female leg.

I could not take my eyes off the stocking penetrating through the darkness – the whiteness of the foot, the bulge of the ankle, and the bend… Bends…

The cloth rustled… It seemed that my hearing and my vision acquired the ability to focus right here – in this very place, completely ignoring all extraneous restaurant sounds and the fuss of the bodies around us.

The best friend of men.

Who do you think this is?

You’ll never guess.

The most reliable and never betraying friend of men is a cut on skirts and dresses.

We also have friends. Neckline, lace and transparent fabrics. And of course – fashion designers and designers. But this is all later. Our most important friend is «His Majesty the cut on the skirt.»

And this time – he also did not betray me. Opening, exposing, spreading the curtain…

And showing me the way. Direction. Vector.

On my knee – the beginning of the road lay, and now I could see the path – to the horizon.

But I could not sit in a daze, I was not in an art gallery. Next to me is a living woman.

And I had to raise my eyes…

She smiled. She played with me. She was testing me. She checked me.

She suggested that I go along an unknown path. And looked with a question and with interest…

What will I do? How am I able to do things? Am I a man?

…

When you rush along the highway at a speed of 280 kilometers per hour and with a side vision you begin to catch that your opponent is overtaking you. And you need to decide either on recklessness or on defeat…

Then – like a video, they slip somewhere around you – your actions. Your accomplishments. As if giving you the opportunity to evaluate – this, another act – whether he will be worthy to stand on a par with the already perfect. Or not?

Rate it.

But it’s up to you to decide…

No need to prove anything to anyone. It’s pointless. As if you started arguing with your reflection in the mirror.

Are you doing an act? Or – trust in the course of life. Do you feel like a man? Or are you just a clerk, businessman, worker or doctor? A screw, a bolt, a screw – in the thick board of life, in the mechanism of the world, in the articulation of the world and your life…

…

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)

My grandfather is here. We need to take a break.

Of course, grandfather will not say anything to me, but at least I need to greet him…

Grandfather, hey grandfather…

What’s going on? Mamin `s relatives also knew how to create thoughtforms?

which kind of thought-forms?

Which Mamin `s?

What are you showing here? Fool.

Here we are. Grandfather is out of motivation.

What did happen to him again? He made it to the elder genereal, and he doesn’t calm down. He called me a jerk.

– Grandfather. What’s a jerk?

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.

…

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