Pierre Lochard, a man in the best age, sat in his little room in a pension in the middle of the heart of Paris and studied the flat advertisements in the appropriate newspapers like every morning. He needed urgently a new place to stay. Here he was provided with all necessary one in this pension but it would in the long run eat up all his savings. And one could not claim that he was rich. He had for certain a good job as a machine setter, he earned thus also very well, but half of his income ate up this pension. His wife had suddenly simply put the suitcases for him in front of the door without him understanding why he, always absolutely faithful to it to his wife were, actually had to look for a new place to stay.
He looked up of the newspaper and saw the beautiful blue eyes of his wife in spirit. She gave him a smile like at the beginning when he became acquainted with her. She was what for a beauty. And she took him as a man of all people. At that time, he could not take hold of his luck. Which looked, so inconspicuous this one anyway he nothing was, nothing had, she took him in the reason. He was envied his wife by everyone. How had once his friend said to him? „Why this one
takes you poor person of all people? She could have something better than you. But no, she takes such an idiot like you.“
Why the friend said these words at that time to him, Pierre had never got clear. Except for today. The friend was the man today who was getting it to his wife now. Like shed it fell, Pierre of the eyes arm saw its wife and its friend as it strolling into arm along the street. At that time, he, his best friend, had already been jealous of him. He wanted to have her always. The words occurred to him again when his friend was once on a visit: „Your wife has a chassis like a God. I would like to lie between these legs once, too.“ Pierre laughed about this remark at that time. It made him proud if other men desired his wife. If they walked along the street and every husband of his wife afterwards stared. Yes, you did not afterwards forgive his wife for them, but stared after. Pierre felt the views with which the other men undressed his wife. And this on an open street. He felt comfortable with. Because no-one was allowed to see her nakedly apart from him. It was permitted to him to stroke her in the places the other ones only dreamt of. How they also would like this
worked. But they kept it back. She was then finally married to him and when he did not want a fair game everybody was allowed to get on.
And today? The reality roused him from his dreams. The picture of his beautiful wife became blurred in front of Pierre's eyes and the portrait of his friend appeared with it. Grinning maliciously, the eyes triumphing. At long last, he had managed anyway to lie between this sharp rack. Pierre had never dared to dream that his best friend would take his wife away from him. And the words which his friend declared again and again lingered on in his brain again: „I for certain desire your wife but I would never take her away from you. Both of us are finally friendly with each other. And friends do not make this under each other.“
Pierre of his friend was how disappointed. No, he did not want to think about it any more. He wiped the thoughts away and devoted himself to the newspaper again. He needed a new place to stay as possible so fast. Identical what. It only expensively should not be. He pondered „however my“, in front of himself to. Yes a little comfortable flat in which he could do and let, what he wanted.
He would this fit flat out for itself comfortably and not give a damn about female acquaintances. Already should he what with a woman? Only everybody would become you after slavers and then would make the legs broad anyway again she for other men but no more for him. He decided to remain alone. „Kind alone, when put one over. Shall what they want makes the women anyway. Nobody else gets me at the heels.“ With these words he became engrossed in the newspaper again.
Pierre's view fell on an inconspicuous little advertisement. Lain, comfortable two-room apartment, on the edge of the centre. Renting out for a quiet tenant as a permanent solution. Praise according to agreement. More did not stand. More did not stand. This was the right flat for him. He already in advance knew this before he had seen it at all. This should be its future flat. This was certain for him.
Pierre chose the given number and noticed to his delight the flat was not allocated yet. He made an appointment with the lessor and arrived already half an hour before the agreed date there.
No annoying lay, in the first floor which suited him in the reason stairs staircases you do not spare at all, if he thought of the move. One imagines the furniture must be dragged to the fifth floor. Not thinking up which exertions were necessary for this which one had to assimilate to not dry out, except for the red wine.
Pierre did not want to have his flat taken away any more. He had only a quick brief look into the flat and then immediately said to the lessor: „Yes, I take it. How much shall it cost?“
The lessor looked at it taken aback, he gave his price and already had the signature of his new tenant under the contract.
One still arranged the exact move appointment and the lessor submitted the keys to the flat to Pierre and his went ways. He had never rented out a flat so fast. Doubts climbed in him whether he had done the right. He had not asked once for Pierre. Where he works, whether he had at all an income. Nothing. Otherwise this one was always so correct, rents out this flat to a man, of which at long last, he but he also nothing neither hide nor
hair knew and had analysed nothing also. Shaking the head he went into his own flat, threw his thoughts and hoped to have not made a mistake here.
Pierre, flat found newly about these overjoyedly, got down to packing his seven things to move in there at once.
Pierre still had a lot to do. His new four walls claimed to be set up. He finally could not sleep on the floor. He also needed to cook pots to this. Oh, the list in his head got longer and longer. He took his couple of personal belongings to the flat fast and set out everything forces to get. He bought this here and he bought this there. He his money had which fetched of the bank extra, shrivelled up in his purse like after an orgasm, be member. But one could put this up again. It was not quite so easy to fill the purse up.
But what should it? He needed the things of the daily life and let everything provide number thirty-six into the Rue de Chantal. He had found his new place to stay here and here he wanted to stay also for ever. This was certain for him.
He spent the last days of his holiday putting the furniture to its fated place, filling everything other and everything turning out as pretty as only possible.
After done work he sat down on his new sofa, a bottle of red wine decapitated, his made work drank a firm drink avariciously, leant back and looked. He could not differently but to knock and to say himself on the shoulder: Well done!
Yes, he was satisfied with his work. More than it. With this flat he had created a masterpiece. And no-one could reach more than Pierre had done it now.
Contentedly he further sparkled at his bottle, also emptied a second and third. He then stopped counting and fell asleep with a proper high. He was right if the right celebrate his success not him, then whom. He had taken himself out tonight even if he got a high and this right. Pierre had achieved this exactly what he wanted, and this had been a small celebration importantly to his characteristic of him.
The days and weeks passed like in the flight. Nothing unusual happened in his life. If one refrained from it, as the divorce had taken place. His wife behaved like a fury. She tried to instigate a battle in the courtroom. But Pierre remained quiet. Everything had gone out about himself merely so that he brought everything behind himself as fast as possible.
After he was divorced, finished his work like always decisively and diligently, Pierre led a relatively smooth life in his new four walls. In the evening after done work he made it to himself comfortable, finished off, he considered necessary, his housewifely duties, or rested simply in the living room to be completely fit again for the next day if.
Everything went on his own corridor without any accidents.
He just tidied the flat at a weekend, as him some things fell into the fingers which he did not need actually in the reason. Should he vacate them but where to? In the flat he these things disturbed him but to which throw away they were
also too a pity. He reflected there as the house-owner completely informed him at the beginning there still would be a little room in the attic which he might use, if he needed him. He set out to look for this room above. He did not find any unlocked room to address because of this to the house-owner why he felt compelled. This apologized to him for having not handed over the key for this room the key submitted to him and described him the way to this room. Pierre thanked you very much and started to pack the things there above which he did not need in the flat any more.
Space to often did not want to be of use this room for Pierre. After he had run already four times there up, he said to himself: "Here below flatter lives how good in it that I. I would not have desire determined, every day to the fifth floor highly run merely because there is no lift. No, God does not know."
"They would be also glad to be allowed to live on the fourth or fifth floor Na, if they would not have got another flat, as one of these here above. Or not?"
A woman of middle age, not once unattractive had mentioned it. Pierre had not remarked at all how she had come from her flat. Either he had so strongly been deepened in his thoughts or else she had really crept from the flat.
This was identical at long last, too, he looked the woman into the beautiful eyes and a while talked with her. During the conversation he got, neither it was married nor it was wound. But all this should not ask him to begin with it a little. On the contrary, he had the muzzle fully of all the women. Because he was simply and simply afraid, this would happen once again what had already happened to him to him. And this held him back. Natural, somebody talk, he liked to be ready for it. He but too more did not condescend. He had sworn this to himself.
The conversation got lost in the sand and Pierre set out again, his further polish flat until gleaming. It had needed for it all of five hours. After it had finished with that, it sat down in the living room with a cup of coffee, its clean flat looked at and decided to wait in future no longer so before it cleaned again.
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