The three rules of dynamics

Russian virsion: http://www.proza.ru/2015/04/03/907

About the role of physics in a life of a woman who is very distant from physics.

I studied great at school. The best pupil. Well, the medal I got was silver. It happened because of my being contra with a bold physicist Arnold. He was very boring character who decided for some reason that his opinion about Russian literature was very interesting for pupils in-depth study of mathematics. I stopped carelessly his Natasha Rostova’s discussion and reminded him that about Tolstoy’s heroine we would talk on the next lesson with teacher Lyudmila. Nasty Tsakhes harbored anger and revenged on me at the final exam: rated me B and deprived my deserved “gold”.

Why I am talking about that? To say that in my opinion I learned at school so much useless information that I never needed later in my life. Shuddering I recall drawing of benzene nucleuses in chemistry’s notebooks. What for??? Conning laws of physics that left in memory only beautiful names:  Boyle&Mariotte, Joule&Lenz, Ampere and Ohm. Ask me about Coulomb's law. No idea about it! The only exception is about three laws of thermodynamics:  memorable and useful. Although, modified. I would say adapted to the conditions and the environment.

So, about three laws of thermodynamics that became three rules of dynamics. I suggest reading about laboratory works and results.

The first rule of dynamics

So why I did go to see his wife? Well, the pretext was plausible: to help a lady that unfamiliar with our local realities. Anyway I have to confess that my own curiosity was more important. To evaluate and to compare. I did it. Now I regret.

Nothing will happen. His wife is clever and beautiful. The mother of his two children. I saw them too. Cute toddlers: one boy is in the computer; the other one is in the console with the projection on the huge plasma. She is very charming: "Would you like tea, coffee?" (I am hiding  a dagger behind my back). I feel myself being Mata Hari, who came to poison water and sewer score tightly in their home. I am chewing non-calorie hardtack sluggishly and drinking a fragrant coffee. Busy my mind with counting up fine lines on her beautiful face. I understand perfectly: her contributions into the future (in our country all the operations are of great risk) are a husband and children; my poor attempt of investment is his light interest to me.

And a question from the elementary problem solving worksheet: Do I need it?
By mind I understand that I will be in a deep red. It means in tears and snot. With my favorite tranquilizers for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Tortured by conscience. Covered by own indelible scorn.

So what if he is rich and handsome?! I am not ugly and not poor to. Enough for not thinking nor about tomorrow, nor about the day after tomorrow; and even about the future in terms of a piece of bread. Then about what? About loneliness. It became already my friends. I found a common language and interests with it. It gives to me peace and quiet. I present him interesting virtual interlocutors in and creativity. So what to do?

Nothing. Just do nothing. And do not think (if possible). To remember the first rule of dynamics (which is thermal): "The amount of heat received by the system goes on changing its internal energy and a work against EXTERNAL forces."
The hateful question repeated: do I need it???
He called just that and muffled bleating something. Of course, he is guilty. Because he is a man. "You're guilty just because…" Oh, Lord, let them live in peace. Let us all live in peace.

The second rule of dynamics

- He enjoys every your appearance! - Vanessa scratches sadly the dessert plate by a teaspoon. It seems that today even her favorite “Little Bee” biscuit does not please her. She orders it every time we come to this cafe for lunch. It is not really lunches.  It is rather a therapy session:  Vanessa eats sweets, I "torture" sophisticated 100 grams of fat-free salad and listen to the Vanessa’s complaints.

The person who enjoys my appearance is the object of our mutual interest. Mine and Vanessa’s. However she does not know about my personal concernment. As well as that her involvement was provoked by me deliberately too. Such a ruse.
- You're exaggerating - I calm down an aching interlocutor - he is glad to see me just because he sees you more often.

- No way, I keep watching over two weeks! – The rival does not give up. - He exults when you walk in, it's just embarrassing to watch on! What about his speeches in your presence? (I could not stand and chuckle on these words). He tries to do his best because of you.

Well, I incited her into my simple combination. We know each other for a long time, but we are not friends. Now fate has brought us together on one job. She is a beautiful woman gifted with an amazing female magnetism. The men melt like cheap candles from her "tricks". I have done a pair of simple semantic sends and Vanessa decided to sharp her claws on her boss. By unfortunate misunderstanding, he is my new passion. It is strange but he did not get in the sphere of her interests before.

My goal is simple: to check the reliability of the candidate (maybe he is a dangler?); and more important is to resist his charm. Why I am so "lucky" with married men? Why-because... In my age I have a good chance to meet a good man “engaged”. Bad men are out of my interest by definition.
Next two months I was watching Vanessa's attempts to rekindle the flame ... Uh, at least some flame in her boss. She used the main tactics to capture the male object: from uninhibited flirting on the verge of foul to the maternal care (boo-boo, his wife takes care of him badly); from indicative workholism to demonstration of admiring trophy-coworker.  The Chief only giggled on the situation. I rejoiced listening sympathetically a story of "the battle for the body"…

It worked out! I successfully lost interest in the subject of my passion. Also I do not work  in that  company longer and I do not communicate with Vanessa.

“Heat can never pass from a colder to a warmer body without some other change” - the postulate of Clausius, that is the second law of thermodynamics. How it is connected to this story? Read the  third one and you will understand.


The third rule of dynamics

I am blue. The evening in the yard.
Alone me in a small mansard.
I drink red wine and look the window out.
The boredom’s bottom stares back. Fallout.         

Rolls on like deafness solitude.
My yearning heart creates my mood:
Next morning I shall redesign
From pain born out simple line.

That's true about a solitude rolled on. A tearful mood polishes simple rhymes.

In order not to spread of self-pity, I decided to "go out." Better say, to drive out. I hope the glass of red wine will not ease my budget for 150 euro in case I meet strict guards of Ukrainian roads. City becomes a theatrical chamber closer to the night: the streets are losing familiar outlines; the lighting turns it into a theatre’s stage. Traffic is flashing familiar by oranges – its working day ended too.

I go to "The Manufacture". This shopping mall, that is huge by the standards of our city, was built a few years ago by the "family": Yanukovyches (the ex-president’s family) are fugitive now by all members. The epic structure is named after the old textile factory - the early 20th-century buildings. Constructors demolished not only the all factory buildings but also a couple of blocks with small houses along the bank of the River.

I stop at the huge parking lot, drive up closer to the entrance. Oh, it is Hollywood indeed: lights in asphalt indicate to me the way to the huge glass doors that open hospitably when I approach. There are almost no people inside.  The metal taps of my heels loud clattery on granite floor.
I go to the supermarket. In fact, I need nothing. I shall buy something useless just in order to justify my appearance here. I roll an empty product cart slowly and stop finally by the section with pot flowers.

One florist (a friend of mine) explained me long time ago that the pot plants are designed for a short life. They are like their bouquet relatives: bloom and wither. To transplant into another pot and feed is possible but ineffective. In such way I lost two small rose bushes donated by one miser admirer for holidays, when it is necessary to give flowers by etiquette - on Valentine's Day and March, 8. The admirer thought that cut flowers on such days are inappropriate expensive. 

Truly, the flowers withered about the same time as the admirer did. I was tired to feel guilty that the execution of a very budget courtship was causing irreparable damage to a man’s wealth.

The orchids stand in front of me. White, pink, purple. I saw such ones of the corporate purple color in my fitness club: placed on reception desks, bar and on the windows. I observed that a couple of months flowers remained alive and decided to buy one pot to place in a bathroom: I shall put it on the window shall admire the flowers while basking in a Jacuzzi.

I chose a plant studded generously with pale purple flowers. Fitting to the color of the tiles in my bathroom. I put the pot into the cart and twisted in hands a plastic water spray but remembered about the same one left from the previous "potter". I decided to do a lap around the empty department of chemicals because I did not want to go to food; I would have to cross the huge segment of food to get to the cashier desks. The cart emerged right at me from an alcohol department. In order not to face to oncoming carriage I waged one side and squinted eyes in a cart: a lone bottle of Jack Daniels lay there. Hmm, familiar whiskey. Familiar ...

- Polina!

I winced and stop staring on the bottle. Finally, I decided to look to the buyer. Hello! At night I came to an empty shop to meet you. I have nor seen nor heard you for four months, I forbade myself even to think about you (haha - three times). Like a convict I uprooted sharp spalls from aching 300 grams-muscle. Well, hello, the pain of my heart, my shameful draw in a battle of titans, my gray-eyed king. Hello, someone else's husband.

It is said that a man remember painfully long the woman with whom he had nothing though was very anxious about. I confess that for a woman the consolation is also very doubtful: though I wanted you distractively I resisted you. At least for a mature woman. Who understands that it is meaningless to reduce the balance what is more valuable: the reputation or the pleasure. I am not a queen or a famous poetess to wait that my biography will be written and the number of lovers will be counted accurately.
So rumors were true: friendship with old Jack Daniels strengthened after our break. The heart muscle aches also.

We go to the cashier desk. He drives a heartache cure I carry a doomed orchid. We are silent. He accompanied me to my car. We stand facing each other.

- How are you? - he asks finally his how-do-you-do question.

- Good, - I reply "honestly" not raising eyes on him.

Lord, I am ready to stand and remain silent for the rest of the night.

- Polina, let's meet sometime - he takes my hand. I do not resist. He  keeps my palm in his big, warm hands. Damn, I shall burst into tears. He can kiss hands so gently that the thought of his kisses covering my body make my legs buckling. Achtung! Alarm! I try to pull the arm out of a sweet captivity.

- No way, Squirell! – It is the first time he allows himself to call me by my nickname. - Now you will not escape from me. You understand me, little animal?

The little animal nods dutifully. She peaks remote control alarm and place the orchid packed on a passenger seat. After it she turns resolutely to the man.

- Tomorrow! - He did not ask but insisted.

I am smiling. As the happiest Squirrel in the world. Now I am. And tomorrow ... "I'll think about it tomorrow" - I summarize as Scarlett. I sit in the car and leave.

To home where a fabulous flower will live with me since today.

I wonder who will live longer: the orchid or my new romance?

Oh, sorry, I forgot. The third law of thermodynamics: It is impossible for any process, no matter how idealized, to reduce the entropy of a system to its absolute-zero value.

Decoding of three rules:

1st rule of dynamics: If you want to dynamo* successfully a married man, you should get to know his wife.

2nd rule of dynamics: To cool off to a married man is possible after watching how other woman seeks his attention unsuccessfully.

3rd rule of dynamics: Sometimes you cannot nor to dynamo nor to cool off. It is about love. Probably.

Author's note: to dynamo* – to avoid relationships.