Oleg Razumovsky

by Horror Sleaze Trash on March 16, 2014

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Oleg Razumovsky was born in Smolensk,. Served in the Navy.  First publications in underground reviews The Third Modernisation,(Riga), Mitin Journal (St.Petersburg), Chernovic (New-York) and others. Books by Franc-Tireur USA: Ho-Chi-Min trail, Merry Pictures and others. Literary prizes: Star Phallus (Moscow) and Silver Bullet (USA).  Quite recenst bpublications in Roadside Fiction,, Bicycle Review, Mad Swirl, Offi Press and HST.

GIRLS

And what great girls they were! For example, Natasha. I met her on the street in the evening, when the city was deserted and gloomy. There hung around some strange types, criminal thugs and nasty phelistines hurried home. I was drunk like shit and just fucked one cook, called Nina, who fed me from time to time. I came to her in canteen. She smiled, seeing me, and wiped her sweaty forehead with her sleeve of white-dirty gown. No clothes underneath. Only big boobs, decent belly, huge ass and girlish cool pubis. I held her somewhere among hot plates, black trays, white tanks with boiling water, large pots and pens and boxes of smelly potatoes. My reward was usually cabbege soup and porridge or mashed potatoe with a chop. Very often Nina’s special present for dinner – a bottle of cheap wine.

That evening, when I met Natasha, we went with Nina to a tavern. Upstairs there led a fairly steep staircase, where closer to the closing time cool fights occur every evening, like in the westerns.

We drank Vermouth.

After the bar I took the girl to a nearby constraction site. I was fucking her for an hour or so, I guess, and she at first was lauphing like an idiot all the time. Finally thou, she stopped laughing, dropped a cigarette and started yelling like a fuckin psycho. After that she became quite limp, planted on my iron cock. I came at last, and immediately left the fucking sheep. Frankly speaking, she annoyed me. I would prefer not to see the slut. But I knew that the next day I all the same would go to her canteen. Fact was I got neither job, nor money and wanted to eat all the time .

Then I walked through the gloomy downtown, past the park, where stands a bronze deer, which soviet soldiers brought from Germany and gave to children. There in the evening get together all sorts of outcasts. They drink, smoke pot, exchange news. Here is our buffer zone in the occupied by all sort of freaks city. Sometimes cops raid the place and take us all to the police station. There they bully us and keep until morning. Then those who study or work have trouble. I for one don’t care a fuck coz I dont have any job and live in a shed. But this is by the way.

On that memorable night, I was in a great mood and high spirits. I recalled with pleasure how I lifted that fat assed heavy Ninka and held her on my cock for about an hour. Erection was just classy. I thought that I would have a great lunch and a bottle of wine next time I visit the girl in her canteen. To be sure. One hundred percent.

That’s when I met Natasha, who changed my whole life for sa period of time. She was walking towards me and was sad. In fact, as it turned out, she had a conflict with her boyfriend, an actor of the local theater. I put my hand on her shoulder, looked intently into her eyes and said, ” come with me , okay? “

Natasha dutifully nodded at me and tried to smile. I hugged her (well, a real cat on the loose) , and we went through the park, where it smelled of rotten leaves and bird droppings. It started to rain.

“Let’s go to the arbor near the musical college,” – offered Natasha .

We moved there. It turned out that she studied at that college and played the flute. I knew already that all the girls at the school were very sexy girls and bitching. Natasha, too, had a great figure and legs, her tits were very neat. Not like this fool Ninka with her big boobs. Natasha was wearing tight jeans and a colorful sweater. We smoked and chated for some time. She told me that her actor was going to fuck her, but was so excited that came ahead of time in his pants. We both laughed a lot.

So, we made friends with Natasha, and I began to meet her very often. I quit Nina, despite her soup and booze. What could I do. Just could not see her for a special reason. I guess I fell in love with Natasha.

She used to come to my shed early in the morning, skipping classes in her college, and immediately fell down on my haul of old rags and straw. Then we smoked, ate her sandwiches, drank beer or cheap wine she brought. Some time around nine in the evening we went to the bronze deer to hang out with friends in the free zone. There sure was someone who treated us with wine or pot. Sitting, chatting, relaxing. Getting high. Later in the night me and Natasha used to go to the music college, where two benches were pushed together specially for fucking. Here I led up the girl almost to ecstasy . She cursed like crazy under the huge stars and yelled real loud.

Eventualy thou I got tired of Natasha too. Frankly speaking I can’t be with one and the same girl for a long time, even if she’s got something to lure me, such as cabbage soup, meatballs or booze. Nina decently kept me on the hook, but in the end, I began to hate her. Better to die of hunger than to see her pimpled face, huge ass and heavy boobs. She, by the way, soon after we parted company married a felon and lived ever after happily with him.

Coolest of them all certainly was Zhanka. I met her in the autumn, when it was completely finished with Natasha. For the last time I saw her in the lousy tavern where I sat very drunk at a dirty table, flooded with wine and littered with cigarette butts and the remnants of food. It was almost closing time and guys were fighting on the staircase. Natasha came in all so smart, energetic, while I was bloody gloomy. She said that she is not happy with her actor. He has great difficulty getting a hard on, and she strongly suspects that he is gay . (By the way, as it turned out he was a faggot all right). She was very upset about it but hoped to meet somebody pretty soon. She was optimistic about it.

And now strictly about Zhanka. I met her at a birthday party of my buddy Phil. He is now a surgeon with a big belly and golden hands. But back then he was an alcoholic and once pissed at night absolutely drunk in my shed. Since then, I tried to avoid it. But it is not the point. Zhanka was not very beautiful, but sexy like hell. And her voice was unforgettable. Talking to her on the phone, I usually came five times or even more.

She learned to fuck in a Baltic State. Went there specifically to one sailor who was just crazy about fucking. If he had not at hand a woman, he usually screwed a rubber doll. In short, he was a complete maniac. Well, she had learned from him a lot and taught me how to fuck properly. I’m very thankful to her for that. She especially loved ” helicopter .” That kind of fucking hardly anyone knows. One must have the ability, or even talent to do it. But despite all this, I would have quit the girl in a couple of weeks, if she had not taught me to shoot morphine. She had a lot of that stuff too, so it was practically free. Super. It was like nothing before. We did it to the right music of course. It is very important, mind you. We got high with her almost every night in my shed. At last we even did not want to fuck. Only oral sex sometimes.

Zhanka was on the needle for half a year while she had the stuff and it didn’t do ner any good. The young girl looked like an old woman. She became very thin and pale in the face. When the stash of morphine waw finished, she began to shoot every shit she could get for not big money and soon died of an overdose.

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