Chemical reaction. §52. Separate definitions Cheerful and cheerful, he was everyone's favorite

ABOUT VETEZH FYIPZP PLEBOB

h rTYNPTULPN LTBE OEF, RPTsBMHK, VPMEE TSYCHPRYUOPZP NEUFB, YUEN 19-K LYMPNEFT. h LFPN DBYuOPN RTYZPTPDE chMBDYCHPUFPLB, CHDPMSH bNHTULPZP ЪBMYCHB, UTEDI RSHCHYOPK HEMEOY RTYAFYMYUSH VEMSHCHE, CHEUEMSHCHE ЪDBOYS BDTBCHOYG. h PDOPK YЪ OII CH UBOBFPTYY "FIIPLEBOEG" PFDSHIBM Y S CH YAOE 1941 ZPDB ...

uFPSM SUOSCHK, RPZPTSYK DEOSH. пФДЩИБАЭЙЕ ЪБЗПТБМЙ, ЛБФБМЙУШ ОБ ЫМАРЛБИ Ч бНХТУЛПН ЪБМЙЧЕ, «ВПМЕМЙ» Х УРПТФРМПЭБДПЛ... лФП НПЗ РПДХНБФШ, ЮФП ЙНЕООП ХФТПН ЬФПЗП ДОС ЗДЕ-ФП ОБ ЪБРБДЕ УФТБОЩ Ч ОБЫЕН ЮЙУФПН ОЕВЕ ХЦЕ РПСЧЙМЙУШ ЮЕТОЩЕ ФЕОЙ ЧТБЦЕУЛЙИ УБНПМЕФПЧ. NSCH CHEMY PVSCHUOSCHK, URPLPKOSHCHK PVTB TSOYOY.

Y CHDTHZ CHPKOB!..

GENERAL YHNOSHCHK Y CHEUEMSHCHK DBYUOSCHK ZPTPDPL UTBYH RTYHNPML. bbmich prhufem. bBNETMY URPTFRMPEBDLY. YUYUEMMY HMSCHVLY, RPUHTPCHEMY MYGB.

l LPOGH DOS NOPZYE PZHYGETSCH RPLYOKHMY UBOBFPTYK Y PFRTBCHYMYUSH CH UCHPY YUBUFY. rtPUFYMUS UP UCHPYNY DTHЪSHSNY RP RBMBFE Y S. pDYO YЪ OYI, OBY OEKHZPNPOOSCHK YIKHFOIL, OB UEK TB LBL-FP FYIP, BDKHNYUYCHP ULBBM:

VHDSH JDPHR, MEFHO! ChPNPTSOP, ULPTP ZDE-OYVKHDSH CHUFTEFYNUS ... OP PFDSHIBFSH RTYDEFUS OE ULPTP ...

oE EBIPDS DPNPC, UREYH RTSNP ABOUT BTPDTPN. CHYTSH, X UBNPMEFB HCE IMPRPYUEF NPK LLYRBTS YFKhTNBO bMELUEK nBOFTCH Y UFTEMPL-TBDYUF NYYB oCHPTSEOPC. nPENH DPUTPYUOP BLPOYUEOOPNKH PFRHULKH OILFP OE HDYCHYMUS, OP LPNBODYT ULBDTYMSHY LBRYFBO UNITOCH, RPDPTPCHBCHYUSH, BYNEFYM:

b S ChBU OE ChSCHCHCHBM.

pVUFBOPCHLB, FPCHBTYE LBRYFBO, RTYLBJSCHCHBEF ...

FP CHETOP.

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CHUE NSCH DKHNBMY, UFP U OBYUBMPN CHPKOSHCH ABOUT BRBD OBN UTBYH CE RTYDEFUS YNEFSH DEMP U SRPOGBNY. vSCHMB HCHETEOOPUFSH, YuFP ChPKOB DPMZP OE RTPFSOEFUS, ChTBZB TBZTPNYN VSHCHUFTP. OP RPUMEDHAEYE UPVSHFIYS TBUUESMY EFY RTEDRPMPTSEOIS. rP CHUENH VSHCHMP CHYDOP, UFP OBDP ZPFPCHYFSHUS L VPSN KHRPTOSHCHN Y DMYFEMSHOSHCHN.

NEOS VHLCHBMSHOP RPFTSUMP RTPUYFBOOPE H ZBEFE PVTBEEOIE ZHBYUFULPZP LPNBODPCHBOIS L UCHPYN UPMDBFBN:

“x FEVS OEF UETDGB Y OETCHCHCH, OB CHPKOOE SING OE OHTSOSCH. HOYUFPTSSH CH UEVE TsBMPUFSH Y UPUFTDBOYE HVYCHBK CHUSLPZP THUULPZP, UPCHEFULPZP, OE PUFBOBCHMYCHBKUS, EUMY RETED FPVPK UVBTYL YMY TSEOEYOB, DECHPYULB YMY NBMSHYUYCHB HVYCHBK ... "

ChPF LBPK PO, ChTBZ. fBLBS OEOBCHYUFSH L OENH TPTsDBMBUSH, UFP RETEDBFSH FTHDOP, YOEHLTPFYNPE TSEMBOIE KHOYUFPTSYFSH BICHBFYuILPCH, YuEZP Vshch LFP OY UFPYMP. нЩ, ФЙИППЛЕБОГЩ, ЛБЛ-ФП РП-ПУПВЕООПНХ ЧПУРТЙОЙНБМЙ РТЙЪЩЧ РБТФЙЙ — ЙЪХЮЙФШ УЧПЕ ПТХЦЙЕ Ч УПЧЕТЫЕОУФЧЕ, УФБФШ НБУФЕТБНЙ УЧПЕЗП ДЕМБ, ХНЕФШ ЧЪБЙНПДЕКУФЧПЧБФШ Ч ВПА, ЙЪХЮБФШ ФБЛФЙЛХ ЧТБЗБ, ХЛТЕРМСФШ ДЙУГЙРМЙОХ Й ПТЗБОЙЪПЧБООПУФШ. rPOINBMY: TBOP YMY RPDOP RTIDEFUS UFPMLOHFSHUS U JBYUFBNY MYGPN L MYGH.

h YUBUFY RTPIPDYMY FE CE, UFP Y TBOSHIE, RPMEFSHCH, OE NEOSMUS MYUOSCHK UPUFBCH, Y CH FP TSE CHTENS OBEY KHYEVOSCHE VKHDOY RTYPVTEMY "VPECHPK" IBTBLFET. CHUE AT TsBDOPUFSH PUCHBYCHBMY PRSHCHF ZHTPOFPCHILPC. LBCDSCHK RYJPD, PRYUBOOSHCHK CH ZBEFBI, UFBOPHYMUS RTEDNEFPN PVUKhTSDEOYS, B YOPZDB FENPK VKhTOShCHI URPTPCH. xCE PRSCHF RETCHSCHI VPEC NEOSM GENERAL CHZMSDSCH “B FBLFYUEULIE RTYENSCH, ABOUT IBTBLFET CHUK MEFOPC RPDZPFPCHLY. dBCE UMPCHP "KHYUEVOSCHK" YJ PVYIPDB LBL-FP YUYUEMP. оБИПДЙЫШУС, УЛБЦЕН, Ч ЧПЪДХИЕ, ЧЕДЕЫШ РПЙУЛ УЧПЙИ ЛПТБВМЕК, Б ОЕПФЧСЪОБС НЩУМШ ВЕУРПЛПЙФ: «оЕ СРПОУЛЙЕ МЙ ЬФП?..» чЕДШ Ч МАВПК ЮБУ НПЗ РПДОСФШ ЗПМПЧХ РТЙФБЙЧЫЙКУС, ЛБЛ НЩ ЧЩТБЦБМЙУШ, «УЧПК», ДБМШОЕЧПУФПЮОЩК ​​ЧТБЗ. pFUADB OBRTSEOIE, ЪPTLPUFSH, UPVTBOOPUFSH.

CHURPNYOBAFUS MEPHOP-FBLFYUEULIE HYUEOYS CH 1942 ZPDH. RETEDP NOK RPUFBCHYMY ЪBDBYUH OBKFY PFTSD MEZLYI UYM YYCHEUFY ABOUT OEZP RPDCHPDOSH MPDLY. chSCHMEFEM HFTPN. CHSM LHTU CH NPTE. rPZPDB OEVMBZPRTYSFOBS: PVMBYUOPUFSH DEUSFSH VBMMCH, ChSHCHUPFB YuEFShCHTEUFB RSFSHUPF NEFTCH. pVOBTHTSYFSH LPTBVMY DBMELP CH NPTE DEMP OEMEZLPE. UFBM RPYUL RTPYCHPDYFSH ZBMUBNY, RPD UBNPK LTPNLPK PVMBLPC. iPYM DPMZP. oblpoeg HCHYDEM UIMHIFSCH LPTBVMEK. yFHTNBO DPMPTSYM, UFP LFP Y EUFSH FPF UBNShCHK LPochPK "RTPFYCHOILB", LPFPTSCHK YEEN.

with TBCHETOHMUS, RPYEM RBTBMMEMSHOSCHN LHTUPN, UFBM PRTEDEMSFSH BTZHNEOFSHCH DCHYTSEOIS LPOCPS. hFPYUOYCH DBOOSCHE, OBYUBM OBCHPDYFSH RPDCHPDOSHCHE MPDLY, LPFPTSHCHE CHULPTE KHUREYOP BFBLCHBMY "RTPFYCHOYLB". lPNBODHAEYK FYIPPLEBOWULYN ZHMPFPN PYASCHYM OBN VMBZPDBTOPUFSH.

h OBYUBME 1943 ZPDB NOE DPCHEMPUSH HYBUFCHPCHBFSH CH OPYuOPN "OBMEFE" ABOUT PDOH Y VB ZHMPFB. uBNPMEF CHEM RP RTYVPTBN. lPZDB OEF UCHEFPCHSCHI PTYEOFYTPCH Y CHURPNPZBFEMSHOSHCHI TBDYPFEIOYUEULYI UTEDUFCH, B TEMSHEZH NEUFOPUFY PDOPPVTBOBOSCHK, PYUEOSH FTHDOP PFSHCHULBFSH GEMSH. uFTBMUS CHEUFY PUPVEOOP UFTPZYK LPOFTPMSH OB LHTUPN Y FPYuOP CHSHCHDETSYCHBFSH TETSYN RPMEFB. RTY RPDIPDE L GEMY OBU RPKNBMY RTPCELFPTSCH. with CHUEGEMP DPCHETYMUS RTYVPTBN. LTHFSCHN RMBOITCHBOYEN, WOYTSBSUSH, CHCHYEM YЪ POSHCH PUMERIFEMSHOPZP UCHEFB. BFEN CHFPTYUOP, OP HCE UP UFPTPOSCH NPTS

ChP CHTENS CHPKOSHCH LFY PVSCHYUOSCHE RPMEFSH RTYPVTEFBMY PUPVPE OBBYEOOYE, FBL LBL S RP OIN RTPCHETSM UCHPA TEMPUFSH, ZPFPCHOPUFSH L OBUFPSEENKh UTBTSEOIA. with Yikhubm fbbilh in the buttons by decoufchik, the nbufethchi, VPNVPCh Khdbtpch, PFTBVBFSHCHCHBM Obsechzpdokekhk RTPPFIEOFOSHPOCHK, ONE RPTSBFSHIS ONE RPTIFSH RPTELB, YuFPVSHSHSH RPTVSHSH. rPTPA S DBCE ЪBVSCHCHBM, UFP LFP HYUEVB: FBL Y NETEEIMYUSH ZHBYUFSHCH. b LPZDB CHUMKHI CHSHCHULBSCCHBM UCHPY NSCHUMY, UFP, NPM, ICHBFIF ЪTS EUFSH ZBMEFSHCH, RPTB VSC Y ABOUT ZHTPOF PFRTBCHMSFSHUS, LPNBODYT ULBDTYMSHY LBRYFBO UNITOPCH HURPLBYCHBM:

oE UREYYFE, RTYDEF CHTENS RPEDEFE Y CHSH.

URPLPKOSHCHK, TSJOETBDPUFOSHKK, PO VSCHM CHUEPWEIN MAVINGEN. at OIN VSHMP MEZLP CH CHPDHIE Y ABOUT ENME, U OIN NSCH DEMYMYUSH UCHPYNY UPLTPCHEOOOSCHNY NSCHUMSNY. th RPFPNH CHUE FBL PVTBDPCHBMYUSH, LPZDB HOBMY, UFP ABOUT ZHTPOF OBYB ULBDTYMSHS PFRTTBCHMSEFUS CH RPMOPN UPUFBCHE, UP UCHPYN LPNBODYTPN.

VSHMP LFP 5 PLFSVTS 1943 ZPDB. LPNBODYT YUBUFY RPTsEMBM OBN VSHCHFSH UNEMSHCHNY Y NHTSEUFCHEOOSHCHNY, CHPECHBFSH RP-FYIPLEBOULY.

ChSHCHRPMOSKFE UCHPK DPMZ RETED TPDYOPK FBL, YUFPVSHCH CHBNY ZPTDYMYUSH NBFETY Y TSEOSCH, DTKHSHS-PDOPRPMYUBOE Y CHUE UPCHEFULYE MADY, ULBYBM PO.

OBU RTCHPTSBMB CHUS YUBUFSH. DP PFIPDB RPEEDDB PUFBCHBMPUSH OEULPMSHLP NYOHF. with DETTSBM ABOUT THLBI RSFYMEFOEZP yZPTSHLB. th ChDTHZ BY URTBYCHBEF:

rBRB, FSH EDEYSH ABOUT CHPKOH?

zhBYUFCH, USCHOPL, EDH VYFSH ...

with FPCE IPYUH... rBRB, B UBNPMEF FCHPK UBN RPMEFYF?

b DPYUKhTLH LPNBOYTB OEMSHЪS VSCHMP PFPTCHBFSH PF OEZP.

UNYTOPCH Y FBL Y LFBL HURPLBYCHBM DECHPYULKH, OP POB PVCHYMB THYUPOLBNY EZP YEA Y RMBLBMB OBCHTSCHD. lPZDB LBRYFBO, RTPUFYCHYUSH U TsEOPC, UPVYTBMUS UEUFSH CH CHBZPO, DECHPYULB CHCHTCHBMBUSH Y THL NBFETY Y UOPCHB VTPUYMBUSH L PFGH. oEKHTSEMY DEFULPE UETDEYULP YUHCHUFCHPCHBMP VEDH? rTPEBMBUSH POB U RBPK OBCHUEZDB...

rPEED PFIPDYM NEDMEOOP-NEDMEOOP. with UFPSM ABOUT UFKHREOSHLE CHBZPOB, OE UCHPDYM ZMB U TSEOSCH Y USCHOBO. th EEE DPMZP, DP UBNPZP RPCHPTPFB b UPRLH, CH PFDBMSAEEKUS FPMRE RTCHPTsBAEYI VEMEMB EZP ZPMCHLB. b CH KHYBI CHEOEM EZP RP-DEFUL RTPUFPK, OP RP UNSCHUMKH FBLPK OBYUYFEMSHOSHCHK CHPRTPU: "FSH EDEYSH ABOUT CHPKOKH?"

dB, “B chpkoh! pOB YMB HCE FTEFYK ZPD. with L OEK ZPFCHYMUS. oP PDOP DEMP YUIFBFSH, UMHYBFSH TBUULBSHCH P CHPKOE, DTHZPE UBNPNKh PLHOHFSHUS CH FP RELMP. FHF RPOECHPME RPDKHNBEYSH PVP CHUEN, RETEVETEYSH CH RBNSFY CHUA UCHPA TSYOSH. fBL MY POB RTPFELBMB, LBL OBDP? CHSM MY YJ OEE CHUE FP, UFP RPNPTSEF RTY UETSHEPN YURSHCHFBOY?

CHURPNOYMBUSH TPDOBS DETECHOS hRETPCHLB, UFP RPD fHMPK. OBY DPN X TEL. tSDPN MHZ, MEU. h DEFUFCHE MAVYM GCHEFSHCH UPVYTBFSH, NPFSCHMSHLPCH MPCHYFSH, BYTBVYTBFSHUS ABOUT NBLHYLKH UBNPZP CHSHCHUPLPZP DETECHB Y UNPFTEFSH IPTPCHPDSHCH. yuEZP H DEFUFCHE VSHMP VPMSHYE TBDPUFEK YMY ZPTEUFEK ULBBFSh FTHDOP. tsYMY VEDOP. x PFGB, UFBTPZP UPMDBFB, HYUBUFOILB FTEI ChPKO THUULP-SRPOULPK, ​​RETCHPK NYTPCHPK Y ZTBTSDBOULPK, ​​ЪDPTPChSHE RPYBFOHMPUSH. nBFETY DPUFBCHBMPUSH U NBMSCHYBNY... rTYYMPUSH NOE CH FTYOBDGBFSH MEF YDFY TBVPFBFSH CH UPCHIP. FTY ZPDB RBU FEMSF. uFTBOOP, OP RPYUENKh-FP LBCEFUS, YuFP Ch NPEK TSOYOY YFP VSHMB UBNBS FSTCEMBS TBVPFB. ъBDETHF NPY FEMSFB ICHPUFSHCH, CH RYEOIGKH YMY TPTSSH PF PCHPDB RTSYUHFUS, B S VEZBA, YOENPZBA, OILBL UMBDYFSH U ONY OE NPZH.

rPFPN NEOS "RPCHSHCHUIMY": MPYBDEK DPCHETYMY RBUFY.

h OBYEN UPCHIPE RTPIPDYMY RTBLFILH UHFDEOFSHCH UEMSHULPIPSKUFCHEOOPZP FEIOILHNB. sing RPUPCHEFPCHBMY NOE HYUIFSHUS. ABOUT RPDZPFPCHYFEMSHOSHCHK LHTU KHUFTPYMY. UDBM LBNEOSCH RTJOSMY. hyuyfshus VShchmp FSCEMP. DEOEZ OE ICHBFBMP. dBCE H RETENEOSCH YЪ-ЪB RBTFSCH UFEUOSMUS CHSCHKFY, YUFPVSCH DECHHYLY OE HCHYDEMY NPYI TCHBOSCHI VPFYOPL Y BRMBFBOOSCHI VTAL. fPZDB ЪBVPFMYCHSCK RTERPDBCHBFEMSH dNIFTYK rBCHMPCHYU MMMBTYPOCH ABOUT TBVPFKH NEOS HUFTPM CH LBVYOEF ЪENMEDEMYS. 'DEUSH S YUBUFP Y BUSCHRBM ABOUT UFPME, RPDMPTSYCH RPD ZPMCHKh UOPR RYEOIGSHCH. UMPCHPN, HYUYMUS Y TBVPFBM. dB EEE CHCHETSBM U TEVSFBNY CH CHILD NYTPEDCH TBULCHMBUICHBFSH ...

h VKhTOPE CHTENS LPMMELFYCHYBGYY NEOS RTYOSMY CH RBTFYA. uYUBUFSHE S YURSHCHFSHCHBM, UYUBUFSHE FTHDOSCHI DPTPZ.

OP RPTBVPFBFSH BZTPPNPN NOE OE RTYYMPUSH: UTBYH RPUME FEIOILKHNB DPVTCHPMSHGEN CH BCHYBYLPMH RPYEM. NEYUFBM UFBFSh MEFUYLPN. CHUA 'YNKH Y'HYUBM NPFPT n-11 Y DETECHSOOSHCHK, PVIYFSHCHK RETLBMSHA UBNPMEF x-2. b CHEUOPK YOUFTHLFPT ULBTHVB HUYM OBU "MEFBFSH RP ENME": PFTBVBFSHCHBMY RPUBDLH CH LBVYOH Y THMETSLH. uFPVSCH UBNPMEF OE PFTSCHCHBMUS PF ЪENMY, PVIYCHLH U EZP RMPULPUFEK UPTCHBMY.

RETCHSHCHK RPMEF CH SHOP! YOUFTHLFPT HRTBCHMSEF, B S OBVMADBA.

WHERE, WHERE, WHAT IS IT? URTBYCHBEF ULBTHVB.

unNPFTA OYUEZP OE CHYTSKH.

PPF... EMEOPE RPME.

fBL LFP TSE PYNSHE, UNEEFUS JOUFTHLFPPT.

rPRBM CHRTPUBL. FERETSCH, DKHNBA, OE DPRHUFIF L RPMEFBN.

CHYTBTS... rTYTSBMP NEOS, DHI RETEICHBFIMP.

fng Yuezp RPLTBUOEM, chPMSCHOLYO? YOFETEUKHEFUSS YOUFTHLFPPT.

OYUEZP, ZPCHPTA, IPTPYP UEVS YUKHCHUFCHHA. b UBN RPDHNBM: “LBL CE BY OBNEFIM, UFP WITH RPLTBUOEM?” rPFPN RPOSM: H ETTLBMP JOUFTHLFPT OBVMADBM.

rPYMY ABOUT RPUBDLH. ENMS OBDCHYZBEFUS VSHCHUFTP, CHPF-CHPF CHTETSENUS ... uFBMP OE RP UEVE, RPDTSYMLY OBFTSUMYUSH.

OP UBNPMEF, NSZLP LPUOKHCHYUSH ENMY, RPVETSBM RMBCHOP, RPUMHYOP ЪBTKHMYM, PUFBOCHIMUS.

OH LBL, CHPMSCHOLYO, OE UFTBIOP?

oEF, FPCHBTYE YOUFTHLFPT.

LHTUBOFSHCH PLTHTSYMY NEOS, TBUURTBYCHBAF. ULPMSHLP CHEYUBFMEOYK!

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fBL OBYUBMBUSH NPS MEFOBS TBVPFB.

FEI RPT RTPYMP DECHSFSH MEF. rPUME CHPEOOP-NPTULPZP BCHYBGIPOOPZP HYUYMYEB S UMHTSYM CH doERTPCHULPK CHPEOOPC ZHMPFYMYY, B RPUMEDOYE FTY ZPDB ABOUT FYIPLEBOULPN ZHMPFE. LPOEYUOP, HCE OE OPCHYUPL, RPOBM NOPZPE, MEFBM DOYEN Y OPYUSHA, CH TBOKHA RPZPDH. and CHUE-FBLY UEKYUBU, UMEDHS ABOUT ZHTPOF, CHPMOPCHBMUS.

h UBNPN DEME, UFP FEVS TsDEF CHRETEDY? lBLIE RHFY-DPTPZY CHUFTEFSFUS? UHNEEESH? .. WHCHUFPIYSH?

x UETDGB METSBM RBTFYKOSHCHK VYMEF. MEFUYLPN-LPNNHOYUFPN S EIBM ABOUT TBFOPE DEMP. b LFP LP NOPZPNKh PVSCHCHBMP.

"HYUIFSHUSS CHRETED RTYZPDYFUS"

UMPTSOSCHE, OERPCHFPTYNSHE YUHCHUFCHB YURSHCHFBMY NSCH H ZPDSCH NYOKHCHYEK CHPKOSHCH. OP UBNSCHN UYMSHOSHCHN OYI VSCHMP YUKHCHUFCHP FTECHPZY IB pFYUYOKH, U LPFPTPK UCHSBOSHCH OE FPMSHLP FCHPS UHDSHVB, OP Y UHDSHVSCH NYMMYPOCH.

b PRBUOPUFSH VSCHMB CHEMILB. chTBZ PLBBMUS UYMSHOSHCHN.

RP RHFY ABOUT lBCHLB NSC CHYDEMY TBTHIEOOOSCHE CHTBZPN ZPTPDB, UPTTSEOOSCHE UEMB. pLPMP ChPTPOETSB L RPEDH RPDIPDYMY PUITPFECHYE DEFI Y RTPUYMY IMEVB. NSC PFDBCHBMY YN RPUMEDOYE UHIBTY.

at VPMSHA H UETDGE UNPFTEMY NSC ABOUT TBCHBMYOSCH tPUFCHB.

ZPTPD fHBRUE CHUFTEFYM OBU DSHNSEYNYUS THYOBNY. OPYUSHA NSC ABOUT LBFETE UREYYMY L BTPDTPNH. fTECHPZPK CHESMP PF yuETOPZP NPTS, ZDE LTHZMPUHFPYUOP UOPCHBMY ZHBYUFULYE RYTBFSCH.

CHUE UIMSHOEEE BLIRBMB OBYB OEOBCHYUFSH L BICHBFUYLBN. iPFEMPUSH VSHCHUFTEE RPDOSFSHUS CH CHPDHHI Y CHUEN PZOEN PVTKHYYFSHUS ABOUT CHTBZB.

OP FEN Y PRBUEO RPTSCHCH OEPVUFTEMSOOPZP UPMDBFB, UFP CH RETCHPN VPA CHNEUFP OHTSOPZP IMBDOPLTPCHYS NPCEF RTPSCHYFSHUS ZPTSUOPUFSH. l UYUBUFSHHA, OBY RSHCHM VSHCHUFTP PIMBDYMY VPMEE PRSHCHFOSH MEFUYLY.

eIBMY NSCH CH OPCHA YUBUFSH, CH DEKUFCHHAEYK RPML, ZDE UMPTSYMYUSH HCE UCHPY FTBDYGYY, MADY OBLPRYMY VPECHPK PRSHCHF. b NSC OPCHYYULY... rPFPNKh NOPZYE Y VEURPLPIMYUSH: LBL OBU CHUFTEFSFF?

chPKOB-FP YDEF FTEFYK ZPD, OE HOINBMUS NYYB tPNBOGCH, B NSC... th UPLTHYEOOP NBIOHM THLPK.

OYUEZP, FPCHBTYEY, HURPLBYCHBM LBRYFBO UNITOPCH. oE CHUE UTBYKH UFBMY CHPECHBFSH. NSCH CHEDSH FPCE IPFEMY TBOSHIE RPEIBFSH ... b ABOUT FYIPLEBOULPN ZHMPFE, EUMY ABOUT FP RPYMP, UFP NShch FPMSHLP ZHPTEMSH MPCHYMY DB VBLMKHY VYMY? rPKNKHF OBU, RPDULBTSHF, LBL CHEUFY UEVS CH RETCHSHCHE DOY. ZMBCHOPE VPECPC DHI...

bB TBZPCHPTPN NSC Y OE BLNEFIMY, LBL RPDYAEIBMY L YFBVKH. LBLBS OEPTSYDBOOPUFSH: L OBN RPDVEZBAF FYIPPLEBOULYE MEFUYLY REFT OILPMBECHYU pVHIPCH Y UFERBO ZHEDPTPCHYU RETECHETYO! hMSCHVBAFUS, PVOINBAF, GEMHAF. ULPMSHLP TBDPUFY! rTYSFOP CHUFTEYUBFSHUS UP UFBTSHCHNY PDOPRPMYUBOBNY, LPFPTSHCHE CHDCHPKOE OBN DPTPZY: PE-RETCHSHI, FYIPLEBOGSCH, B PE-CHFPTSCHI, POI RTPYMY YLPMH ZHTPOFPCHPK TSOYOY.

rTYZMBUIMY OBU CH UFPMPCHHA. UDCHYOKHMY UFPMShch.

oX, REFS, PVTBEBEFUS RETECHETJO L pVHIPCH, OBDP HZPEBFSH UCHPYI DBMSHOECPUFPYUOILCH.

hFTPN UMEDHAEZP DOS pvkhipch RPCHEM OBU ABOUT BTPDTPN, UFPVShch RPIOBLPNYFSH U MADSHNY, RPLBBFSH UBNPMEFSHCH.

lPNBOYTB OBYEZP RPMLB EEE OE CHYDEMY? YOFETEUPCHBMUS PO. ChPNPTsOP, Ch ZBEFBI P OEN YUYFBMY. ZETPK upChEFULPZP uPAB EZHTENPCH... FPF UBNSCHK, YUFP CHNEUFE U RPMLPCHOILPN rTEPVTBTSEOULYN CH UPTPL RETCHPN ZPDKh VPNVYM vetmyo. FF OBUFPSEIK MEFUIL!

ABOUT BTPPDTPNE WITH HCHYDE OEOBLPNSCHE UBNPMEFSHCH.

FEIOILB X OBU OPCHBS, PVYASUOYM pVHICH. ABOUT FBLYI NBYOBI CHSH EEE OE MEFBMY. bChFTB TSE OBYUOEFE YI YIKHYUBFSH. vKhDEFE H NPEK ULBDTYMSHE.

fPNH, UFP OBNY VKHDEF LPNBODPCHBFSH PRSHCHFOSHK LPNBODYT, NShch VSCHMY TBDShch. pZPTYUYMYUSH DTHZYN: UOPCHB OBDP HYUYFSHUS, B LPZDB RTYDEFUS CHCHMEFEFSH ABOUT VPECHPE BDBOYE OYJCHEUFOP.

CHEYUETPN U OBNY VEUEDPCHBM LPNBODYT RPMLB. rPDRPMLPCHOYL BODTEK SLPCHMECHYU EZHTENPCH RPLBBMUS NOE PUEOSH RTPUFSHCHN Y DHYECHOSHCHN YuEMPCHELPN. UTEDOEPK TPUFB, RPDCHYTSOPK, UP UNEAEINYUS UETCHNY ZMBBNY, U PMPFPK 'CHEDPK ABOUT ZTHDY. LBTsDPZP TBUURTBYCHBEF, CHUEN YOFETEUKHEFUUS: ZDE HYYMUS, ULPMSHLP MEF UMHTSYM, OB YUEN Y LBL MEFBM, ZDE PUFBMBUSH WENSHS, VPMSHYYE MY DEFI. y P UCHPEN USCHOE CHURPNOYM: "b NPK PTEM CH YLPMKh HTS RPYEM".

otbcsfus opchshche nbyoshch? RTPDPMTSBM PO. th ChSCH OERMPIPE CHEYUBFMEOYE RTPY'CHPDYFE. h CHPDHI UFTENYFEUSH? FP IPTPYP, FPMSHLP URETCHB OENOPTsLP RPUYDYFE ABOUT ENME, RPCHPYFEUSH U UVPK FEIOILPK, FPZDB CH VPECHPK PVUFBOPCLE MEZUE VKhDEF. hyuyfshus CHRETED RTYZPDYFUS.

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And you know, there will still be, The south wind will still blow, And the spring will still conjure, And time will turn over. And he will make us meet... The voice reverberated off the tiled walls and the big old hood and carried through the empty sink. Still, the acoustics here are cool, "Neperny theater", as the elderly electrician Sergeyich says. Once he came here during lunch, "already heard" and even asked to sing a couple of his favorite old songs to order. Easily! Yasya respected the Soviet pop music much more than the modern one, "for its meaning and sincerity", and knew a great many songs from the time of her mother's youth. And now, having finished with one batch of cones, the girl sent it to dry and started on the second one, simultaneously with the "Echo of Love" by the unforgettable Anna Herman. The end of the song coincided with an unexpected loud click from the drying cabinet. Yasya gasped and dropped another soap dish from her hands. Jink! - Well, our antiquity again deigned to burn out! - the girl was annoyed, throwing off her oversized rubber gloves. - The dryer was covered, the flask was broken, trouble has happened to me now! The authorities will now grumble for half a day ... What to do, tell me? Call the electrician! Yasya gasped again in fright and turned sharply towards the door. A tall unfamiliar guy in a suit with a bright blue shirt was leaning on her joint. - Um... So it's dinner now, - Yasya muttered in confusion. - And then ... the application must be sent ... - Oh, why such difficulties? he smiled. - I'm already here! - Are you... uh... a new electrician? The guy chuckled and casually threw his jacket on the windowsill. - Exactly! The first day, one might say, the special equipment has not yet been issued. Well, where is the "sick"? What are you looking at right now? That's great! - Yasha was delighted. - Maybe you can give something, and then you suddenly get dirty? - Nonsense, get dirty - brush off! the new electrician declared cheerfully. - By the way, and if without "you"? I'm more comfortable with "you", don't you mind? My name is Maxim. - And I'm Yaroslav. - Wow! - Well, you can Yasha. - Yasya... Stunning! At this point, he actually almost dived to the floor, tripping over the wire, and the girl involuntarily giggled. - Be careful what you mandatory! - Not "you", but "you"! Maxim recalled. - Yes, I am like this! Yasya found and brought him a screwdriver, and she quickly finished with the dishes, moving them to another dryer. - How long have you been working in the laboratory? - with concentration picking the device, asked Maxim. - With half a year will be. - Like? "Well..." She shrugged. - Mostly. Work almost according to the profile. Somewhat monotonous, but, most importantly, the salary is stable. - Just a small one, right? There, even a new dressing gown is not enough, you wear it all in holes ... - the electrician teased. - You do not understand anything! - the slightly embarrassed girl was indignant. - Everything is within the limits of decency, you think, the acid slightly corroded, but the ventilation! Do you know how stuffy we usually are? - I already know! He wiped his forehead with his hand. - Can you drink some water from the tap? I won't get poisoned? - Drink, please. If anything, the toilet is nearby! Maxim snorted and defiantly took another sip. - Ha, scared the hedgehog... hmm... - Brave hedgehog! - And then ... Thoughtfully scratching his head with the end of a screwdriver, Maxim pulled a chair and returned to the recalcitrant dryer, and Yasya opened the window wider. For the beginning of May in St. Petersburg, it was really stuffy. - I wanted to ask ... Why are you working when others are having lunch? Are you on a diet? - Well, I have nothing to do! Yasha waved it off. - Then I'll go too. It's just more convenient for me. I will do what is necessary, calmly, no one is above my soul, everyone will come, and the dishes have already been prepared. And I will sing just as calmly, and no one will interfere ... - And how do they usually interfere with you? Maxim asked. - Jokes about the morgue and dismemberment? - No, it's easier! There's this thing called "women's gossip". I'm allergic to it, and given that there are twelve people in the lab... To be honest, my ears wither. I agreed with the boss to have lunch later, and everyone is fine. - And you can sing to your heart's content... Yasya blushed and turned to the window. - Sorry, I wanted to say that you have a wonderful voice. So deep... And you sing very good songs. What were you listening to at the door? - Well, a little bit. I really liked it, really. - Come on, that's enough about it - Yasya could not overcome the awkwardness. - What's with the dryer? Let me better call Sergeyich, he has normal instruments. - I want it myself. - Oh well. Maxim was about to say something else, but then a revival began outside the door - the people slowly stretched from dinner. As always, with a small clatter, Galina Petrovna was the first to float into the laboratory. Check the work, inject a couple of hairpins along the way ... The first thing that caught her eye was men's trousers standing on a chair with all their contents. The shirt at that time was somewhere between the rear panel of the device and the wall and was almost invisible. - Oops... And what is this disgrace?! Gordeeva, have you completely lost your shame? - Galina Petrovna! This is our new electrician fixing the dryer! Maxim, finally, got out of the gap and, swaying, jumped from the chair to the floor. Suede stared at him like he was the eighth wonder of the world. Still, such a handsome man! Yasya sighed and hoped that she herself did not look so stupid. Although the unexpected appearance of this subject could not leave indifferent a free girl, not free, however, too. In itself, the combination of dark hair and bright blue eyes is a rare phenomenon, and even coupled with a pretty face and a good figure ... The comrade is clearly used to the fact that girls fall for him in bulk. - Maxim Valeryevich, what are you doing here? - the boss was clearly pissed off, but quickly pulled herself together. - What, get to know the team? - In a way... Exploring the entrusted territory. He involuntarily squinted towards the window and mechanically slipped the screwdriver into his trouser pocket. - Have you looked at the whole laboratory? - No, not yet. - Then let's go, I'll show you... The headmistress headed out the door with a confident step. Without looking, Maxim picked up his jacket from the windowsill, muttered a universal "goodbye" already at the door, and hurried out. - What a man ... - the ladies crowded in the corridor exhaled in unison. - Will be mine! - Yulechka stated categorically. And Yasya, while they forgot about her, quietly slipped out into the dining room. Walking towards her was her only friend with the same dreamy expression as the others. - No, well, you saw it?! - Kat, who is this? - Yaska, did you fall from the moon? This is the same Vilensky! Our new HR Director! - Who??? - Oh, yes, I forgot who I'm talking to! You are forever out of touch with us! Katya chirped excitedly. - For two weeks now, rumors have been circulating that the general is going to attach some kind of protégé to us, almost only from the institute, but already to such a position ... Well, ours were only indignant and snarky, you yourself understand, the topic is grateful. And here since morning today have sharply shut up. Now it is clear why! Let this little baby even turn out to be an oak tree, and the aunts have already collectively dreamed ... I feel they will not be released alive! The same Yulka - I bet that tomorrow she will pripretsya from the neckline to the navel and at lunchtime she will jump into the common canteen. Poor, poor director! Yasya shrugged her shoulders and put the soup in the microwave. What to say to that? The new boss seems to be a big joker. He made her look like a complete fool ... Yes, and she is also good, the "village" - she took a man in such a chic suit for a simple electrician. Clinic for sure! If only - if only Galina Petrovna would forget that phrase of hers about the "new electrician", she'll peck at all ... Fortunately, nothing happened. Until the end of the working day, the laboratory discussed this "young talent" with a breath, and the episode with the dryer safely sunk into oblivion. Yasya hurried with the application, and Sergeyich quickly repaired the recalcitrant device. And Yasya, unexpectedly for herself, thought that it was still a pity that "this one" really did not turn out to be an electrician. The bosses for her are like creatures from another planet. So he does too. Such a cute blue humanoid, an antenna on his head ... He would have gone! The next day it got noticeably colder, and Yasya wisely put on jeans and a leather jacket. The delivery, as luck would have it, was late, and the girl involuntarily giggled to herself, observing the red noses and the figures of "potential brides" twisted from the cold. Skirts one shorter than the other, makeup and hairstyles - like a holiday. However, now it seems that for them every working day is a holiday ... She saw Yulia already at the entrance - and understood why the poor guard had such a face. Yes, she did her best! Fortunately, you have your own car, you can not be afraid to wrinkle the styling in the crowd or get someone's bag in the pantyhose. Heels - in! Neckline - dive in and stay there! A skirt - in general ... is there? Yasya involuntarily admired the "laboratory predator", despite the fact that she did not have tender feelings for her. More precisely, this is Yulechka, as a star of a local scale, at one time she thoroughly disliked her for something and behaved emphatically contemptuously with her. Yasya understood that an open conflict with a person of this type simply would not pull, and was mostly silent; now frank "snorting" seems to have diminished. Yasya did not understand at all what this girl needed from her - they are completely different, which means there is nothing to share. The daughter of wealthy parents, a spectacular blonde of the most luxurious forms, Yulia came to the laboratory only because she was going to personally supervise her fiancé at work - some kind of boss who had a reputation as a great lover of going left. There were no other vacancies in their company at that moment, and Yulia decided to work a little before the wedding. She worked "a little bit", she was able to put herself that way. In the end, as many predicted (and some even made bets), Yulia once found her gentleman with some other boss - "an ugly bespectacled old woman", made a stormy scene (very stormy, then the guards almost out of fright did not called, there were such screams) ... And then she calmed down, spat and decided to work a little more in anticipation of a new victim. Painfully, they have a suitable place: a large office building with a bunch of decent companies (for one canteen and one official smoking room!), Plus an elite sauna and a gym, where men come in very expensive cars by the end of the working day. .. In short, the main thing is not to yawn and not to miss! Yasya, both in appearance and in character, was much "calmer". Light blond slightly curly hair, gray eyes, quite an ordinary figure with a short stature. She did not like bright clothes, she painted only on holidays, she was fond of drawing and reading, instead of fashionable mountain skis she rode ordinary ones, in summer - on a bicycle. She worked diligently, albeit without fanaticism - neither chemistry nor microbiology seriously fascinated her, but Yasya did not suffer from careerism and was quite pleased with what she had. If it weren't for the "classic" women's team... Gossip, squabbles, eternal grumblings got on her nerves, and Yasya preferred to stay aloof than listen to the same thing endlessly. Who, with whom, where and how ... As if there is nothing more interesting in life than someone else's personal life! In the delivery, the girl usually listened to the player or read a book; if there was a break in work, she studied English from a self-instruction manual (so as not to forget after university), pondered a new picture, or fiddled with her camera. Her parents gave her a good SLR for graduation, and at first Yasya clicked everything. Then she approached this matter more seriously and learned how to build a frame, became interested in shooting landscapes, and now still lifes, in which her "wards" were the main characters. Somehow she showed her pictures to Katya, so the girlfriend didn’t even immediately believe that all this magical beauty was actually their native chemical glassware. With a strong magnification, water drops on the walls of the cones looked like sparkling diamonds, colored solutions looked like a bright children's kaleidoscope, and a ray of sunlight refracted in glass looked like a rainbow caught by someone. Katerina expressed her admiration to her friend and, brazenly grabbing the pictures, rushed off to the boss, Yasya did not have time to stop her. As a result, Olga Denisovna was so impressed that she personally came to her to ask for permission to hang these works in the common corridor, "so that everyone can see that this is not Khukhr-Mukhr, but a laboratory, and not ordinary, but simply fantastic!" Yasya, of course, allowed, and now enlarged images are displayed in a prominent place, next to the entrance to their wing. However, as expected, part of the team "such a creature" was maliciously criticized. Please, please, they don't argue about tastes... The Earth is empty without you. If you can, come soon... Yasya was glad that she managed to sing such a good song, and only then the local telephone rang. Well, who cares, everyone is at dinner! - Laboratory. - Can I hear Yaroslav Gordeeva? Eh? - It's me. - Yasya, this is Maxim. Then the jaw still sharply rushed to the floor. I want to apologize for yesterday. I didn't mean to offend you or make a joke, honestly. It so happened... - Mm... understandable. - Are you angry at me? - Of course not, - Yasya with difficulty recovered from her surprise. - There was no need to worry, Maxim Valerievich. - Yasya ... - Thank you very much, all the best, Maxim Valerievich! She hastily slammed the receiver back on the phone and leaned out of the open window almost waist-deep. Something they have too polite bosses ... This is not good! After dinner, Katya, giggling, told the latest gossip: Yulia came into the dining room with the air of a conqueror, eclipsed all potential competitors and even received a favorable look from the general himself. She took the most correct "strategic" place and languidly sipped the juice in anticipation of the main victim. But she, that is, he, did not go and did not go, apparently, the poor fellow worked hard. Other men did not deprive her of attention, they all strove to sit down at her table, but were categorically stopped. Maxim Valeryevich deigned to jump in almost at the very end of dinner and, it seems, was not in a good mood: he threw food on a tray and, without looking around, sat down with the general. They immediately plunged into some kind of business conversation, and then amicably fled, while the "young" still stubbornly ignored those around him. Offended in the best feelings, Yulechka did not get a single (!) look! Wow, she was swearing in the elevator, poor Galina Petrovna's ears almost curled up into tubes ... Despite her attitude to gossip, Yasya could not help but admit that she listened to this story with interest. Now the main thing is not to get caught by Yulia under a hot hand, since she is so much out of sorts. Giving up is not in her nature, and tomorrow Yulia will again go on the assault, moving from the waiting phase to active actions. Hold on, Comrade Director, and may the Force be with you! - Hello! - Hello, Lost! Yasya smiled happily at the blond-haired guy in an informal leather jacket and, without objection, allowed him to take the backpack from him. - Oh, yes, you have stones there! Or what did you get from work? - Of course, three kilograms of arsenic for some particularly arrogant individuals ... Yes, this is a fotik, I shot tulips in a flower bed. So, Seryozhechka, where have you been for two weeks? - Wow, tell you everything! - the guy winked and with the air of a conspirator beckoned her with his finger. - I’ll just say in my ear, God forbid, someone from the authorities will hear ... Until the delivery, Seryoga colorfully painted how cool he was with his “gang” at a ski resort, once again buying a sick leave from a familiar therapist. Not for the first time already, so Yasya was not particularly worried about the "unavailability of the subscriber", unlike his impressionable boss. Seryoga worked in the client department, had an outstanding talent for "talking and swindling", for which he was very much appreciated. A sociable, cheerful, cheerful guy was everyone's favorite and sometimes shamelessly used it. With the introverted Yasya, he met on the basis of photography and communicated quite closely, however, without crossing certain boundaries. He already had more than enough girls, but there were not enough "interesting people", so Yasya felt calm and comfortable with him. What they thought about their "friendship" in the team, she roughly imagined, but Seryoga at the very beginning advised her to "spit in the faces of these envious purses and score!", which she did as a result (more precisely, only the second). They chatted so much that they completely forgot about the delivery and realized it only when its "sirloin" part was already vaguely looming somewhere beyond the intersection. - That's it, Yaska, it's fate! - giggling, said Seryoga. - Of course, you can stomp on the bus with a transfer, but this will be an act of undeniable defeat on your part. Do not fall in my eyes, my girl, I believe in you! - Come on, you and your Zhorik ... - That's how it always is! They don’t appreciate me and my brother, they don’t like us, they are afraid ... Although everyone knows that we are white and fluffy, especially me! Yasya only grunted at this and patted his wild hair. - They love to love, but to trust ... Sorry, what is not there, that is not. - Ah well! - the guy pretended to be offended. - Then get into the car to some nice old man, that's who will take you home safe and sound (probably). Here, for example, is a business class Ford, blue and safe. Now I’ll tickle him a bit, the owner will pin him to the signaling, and here you are all so young and beautiful. You smile, you blush, you ask for a ride... what's next on the list? - You can ask without any list. The "old man" won't mind. Yasya gasped in surprise and turned sharply after Sergei. Blushed as planned! - Hello... - Oops, that's where I screwed up! Is it yours, Maxim Valerievich? - My. So, give me a ride, latecomers? The chief, smiling mockingly, took out the keys from his pocket and made an inviting gesture. - Oh, such a moment, but no one sees! Seryoga wringed his hands. - Mill sorry, but I have no right to change my Zhorik, he will completely wither away here at night without me ... - Ah, so whose handsome man is this! - Maxim looked approvingly at a powerful black-and-yellow motorcycle parked nearby. - Rather, he will not wither, but will be offended and go to another ... - That's it! So I pass. - Yaroslav? - Um... Thank you, Maxim Valeryevich, I'm better... - Are you afraid that I will compromise you? he squinted. I'll be good, I promise! Yasha shook her head with a smile. - I think you understand that it's just me who can compromise you. If anyone sees me, I won't have to go to work tomorrow. - Why? - Ripped and eaten. - Exactly, exactly! Our girls are just animals! - Some kind of nonsense, - Maxim muttered, obviously not used to thinking about what women are capable of for the sake of his blue-eyed person. - So thanks for the offer, but I still want to live. Goodbye, Maxim Valerievich. He did not get into the car, watching as the girl climbed onto the motorcycle and fidgeted nervously in place. At the last moment, he could not stand it, he approached. - Well, why are you being a hero, huh? I didn't want to go, so don't go, what kind of stupid excuses? After all, I see that you are afraid ... And if it becomes bad, your head will spin, will you let go of your hands? - Oh, don't scare her even more, Maxim Valerievich! - Seryoga muttered from his helmet. - I'm not happy anymore. If she falls down, they'll put me in... - Take her to the corner behind the crossroads, and I'll drive right up and put her in. - Yas, how are you? - No thanks! Don't worry, I'll hold on tight. I will not fall, honest pioneer! - Look at me, if anything - I'll finish it myself! Seryoga threatened. - Yeah. - So, then I quickly said my mobile phone, I'll call and check how we arrived. I don't want to lose such a talented employee! Maxim's voice was rather caustic, but it was felt that he was still worried. Probably, Yasya really looked like a flea on a dog on this beast ... I had to give the phone - where to go, but the girl did not particularly believe that he would call. And I was wrong. - Yes. - Well, how are you? This is Maxim,” he added after a pause. - I understood, - Yasya smiled painfully at her reflection in the mirror and tried to give her voice a non-existent cheerfulness. - Fine. - It feels... Are you at home already? Yes, I just got in. Thanks for your concern, it's all right. - I am glad. And then you had such a look ... - What? she didn't hold back. - Normal appearance. - Yeah, normal! Funeral. Yasya shuddered and quickly sat up. Probably, the legs were weakened from tension, during the trip they strove to slip off the uncomfortable (with her growth) steps. - Hey, are you still here? Maxim was alarmed. - Offended, or what? Well, sorry then. - No... It's just... I didn't think it was that bad. I was afraid of being afraid, of course, but not to the same extent ... - That's it, it would be better to go with me, everyone would only be calmer, - Maxim reproached. - Why show off? I thought it wasn't in your nature. - So, it seemed, - Yasya grunted more cheerfully. - I also found a great psychologist ... By the way, I struggled with my old fear. - And how, successfully? - Well... To be honest, not really. I won't sit down for anything. But at least I was convinced. - Also useful! A... are you afraid of speed at all or just motorcycles? - Only. I somehow did not work out with them, - the girl sighed again. - I'm fine with cars. - And that's bread. Listen, what else I wanted to ask ... I'm here studying the lists of employees, you know, I'm looking at the team, so to speak. So. Why is it written in your position as "laboratory assistant", although you are educated, and even practically specialized. Why not an engineer? "Uh...well..." She hesitated, not ready for this change of subject. - There is simply no free vacancy yet, but as soon as it appears, they promised me a promotion. Yes, everything is fine, I somehow do not strive ... - Clearly. Then give me your honest pioneering, what do you say, why, in this case, when applying for a job, you wrote "engineer", and a month later "laboratory assistant"? - weightily asked Maxim. - Yes, how did you know something? - Yasya was indignant and immediately bit her tongue. - Excuse me, Maxim Valerievich... - Once again I hear "Valerievich" outside of work - I'll take action! he threatened. - Administrative? - Criminal! Yasha could hardly contain her chuckle. - I'm actually waiting for an answer! "Like a nightingale of summer..." - What did you manage to do that you were demoted? - I don't... Isn't it written there? Of course not, that's why I'm asking. Enough already to make the authorities die of curiosity! Yasha sighed. He won't let go... - You know what, Maxim Valeryevich... Don't interrupt. Since you asked for my word of honor, I won't lie. I just won't say. If you consider that you do not need such an intractable worker of dubious qualifications, I will understand you and will not be offended. And now I have to go. All the best. She hit the end button and wiped her forehead. I thought - and turned off the phone altogether. Enough impressions from her for today, and so after Zhorik everything is still shaking ... Nafig bosses, men in general, and even bitchy women - all of them. And in the shower, in the shower ... - Yaroslava Gordeeva, please come into my office. If possible, right now. Well... That was to be expected. Olga Denisovna looked at her so thoughtfully today. It’s good that he didn’t call everyone in front of everyone, he remembers that during dinner she cackles here in splendid isolation. - Yes, if they ask, say that you are going to the accounting department, by the way, then you will come in and pick up papers for the authorities, I warned ... - All right, Maxim Valerievich. She ran to the locker room - to change her leaky lab coat for a decent one, and already in the corridor diligently repeated the order about accounting (as she knew that it would come in handy). How you do not want to go - as much as the stomach ached ... But where to go? It was her first time in the boss's "compartment". Beautiful, soundly, in the lobby there is even a fashionable huge aquarium with goldfish, not even fish. And silence, everyone went to eat together ... Yasya knocked softly and, waiting for a distinct "come in!", timidly leaked out the door. Maxim was sitting at a huge desk and did not even pretend to work. Waited. - Hello. - Hello. Sit down here, - he pointed to the chair opposite. Yasya sat down, diligently looking a little away from his gloomy face. - So... Tell me, for starters - in great detail - what do you do during the working day. Try not to forget anything... but don't get carried away either. - I won't lie if you're talking about this, - Yasya nodded, settling herself more comfortably in the chair. Well, two deaths will not happen, maybe we will break through! In general, there was something to tell, because she did not run away from work, what they asked (ordered, shoved), she did. And in chemistry, and in mikra, and in the clerical part, when laziness was superior. She knew the programs, even offered to improve something to make it easier to calculate the results for reports. But the "age" ones said that they did not need such a stunning progress (in short, it's not good to show off the little things) and continued to type on the computer with the proven "poke-poke" method. Well, please... Seeing that the authorities listened to her quite favorably and did not seem to be going to immediately send a statement, Yasya gradually relaxed, already more freely answering questions about the work of the laboratory as a whole. I wonder why he shouldn't have asked Olga Denisovna about it? "Good," he said at last. “As I thought, you are a very valuable employee of mine. Diligent, responsible, non-conflict... Not a laboratory assistant, but a dream. And your boss praised you today. (Here Yasya became alert again). I have only one question: why are you covering for Veselova? See, I did find out about it. And I have already expressed my opinion on this matter to your Olga Denisovna. So why? Did she intimidate you like that... or did she pay you? Yasya blushed and mechanically stood up. - Neither this nor that. I will not answer your question so as not to involuntarily harm Olga Denisovna. I respect her very much and understand that sometimes there are moments in life when circumstances are above us, and it is better to put up with minor troubles in order to avoid big ones. It was just such a situation, and ... in general, everything. She was expecting an eloquent gesture of "get out!" and was dumbfounded when the director deigned to show another - a thumbs up. “If I were Olga Denisovna, I would appoint you as my deputy,” he said without a smile. - That you jumped up, sit down, there is no truth at your feet ... Yasya obeyed, less and less understanding what he needed. - For your information, if I am interested in a topic, I will study it inside and out. Such a character. So, the question about Veselova was almost rhetorical. For some reason, I was sure that you would remain silent, like a partisan under interrogation, and I found out everything myself. First-hand. Yes, at Berezkin's - it was he who attached his Yulechka to you? Then they parted, and the girl with the purchased economic diploma remained. What does she do with you, may I ask? Washing dishes with his sazhen manicure? Chemistry with might and main? Or even print reports? - I think these were also rhetorical questions? Yasya asked gloomily. Is this guy working part-time in the FSB?! - Exactly. Olga Denisovna had to tell me frankly about what each of her employees does. I'm planning on optimizing the footage a bit to save money, so... The information is strictly confidential, as you understand. - Understand. - Yes, I frightened you, poor ... Maybe some water? Or coffee? - Vodka ... Maxim Valerievich, is that all you wanted to talk about? And then lunch was almost over, and I still need to go to the accounting department. - Well, if necessary, I do not dare to delay! - With a sly smile, the chief spread his hands. - Goodbye. - I would like to believe... - What? - No, no, nothing... Yasya, wait! She turned around at the door. - Completely forgot! Here! - Maxim came up and solemnly handed her ... a screwdriver. - And what is it?? - Oh, finally a live reaction! I'm returning what was stolen. Well, when I repaired that terrible electrical cabinet for you ... I automatically put it in my pocket, I forget to return everything. - It's good that you remembered. And then ... - All sorts of people go around here, and then valuable things disappear! - That's it! He giggled in a cartoonish "mean" way, and Yasya also could not stand it: she laughed and lightly poked the boss's chest with a screwdriver handle. You want to kill me, right?! - If I wanted to, I would do this. .. - Oh, I'm afraid, oh, people, help! They laughed again, or rather, even burst into tears, releasing the past tension. And then Yasya remembered the subordination and abruptly stepped back to the door: it's time, it's time! - Well, run, little mouse... - And you then! Well, again, for some reason, he feels like a fool ... And that's all he is! I walked up the stairs to the accounting department and back to the laboratory in order to stretch out the moment of returning. Will Olga call her? What does the cunning director of personnel plan for them anyway? Row cleaning? Want to save money? The idea, in fact, is not bad, with common sense, a couple of little men could really be safely removed, they would not have overstrained ... But this issue is clearly not in her competence. Despite the fact that I already felt like eating, Yasya first decided to go to the boss - to give the papers and quickly get exhausted, if they decide to interrogate her with passion. Does she think that it was she, "offended", who hurried to lay Yulia? Olga, of course, does not like this quarrelsome parasite herself, but she really cannot influence her, let alone kick her out. But Maxim, it seems, is not weak O ... Olga Denisovna met her with the same thoughtful look and gently asked if she had seen today, or yesterday (so, quite by chance) the new personnel director? And did you talk to him? Yeah, also purely by chance ... Yasya did not have time to answer. An indistinct noise was heard in the corridor, steps were loud and nervous, and then Yulya Veselova literally burst into the office without knocking. In tears and hysteria. - Olga Denisovna, at least you tell him! This also applies to you! Are you the boss or what?! - What's the matter, Julia? - This freak... a goat... a beast... He just told me this... Let me go to court!.. - Who are you talking about?! - About Vilensky, a small reptile, who else! He just called me... insulted me... in front of everyone! And I didn't do anything! Sat dined quietly, and he came up and ... - What? Well, stop crying already, tell me plainly! the boss got angry. - Hold the handkerchief! Yulia blew her nose noisily and plopped down on a chair, fortunately not noticing Yasya, who was trying to merge with the wall. There was not the slightest possibility of leaving unnoticed, otherwise she would have given up a long time ago ... - Olga Denisovna! Tell me frankly, what am I wearing? - Veselova, are you really ... - It's hard to say, or what?! Don't you see?! It's a lab coat! Or something else, do you think? - Robe. - Here you go! The girl frowned angrily. - And this one... said... - What?? "Even I can't repeat that out loud!" - Maybe I can do it for you? A cold voice, a cold, almost arrogant expression on her face... It seems that not only Yasa wanted to slide down the wall. The three of them stared in horror at the HR director who suddenly appeared at the door. Where is that recent grimacing boy now ?? Probably urgently went on vacation ... to a neighboring galaxy. "Did I really say something so terrible?" slandered you? Or do you still claim that "it" - he pointed disgustingly at the dressing gown, freshly cut to the very "I can't", in the neckline of which red lace almost clearly stuck out. - "This" - is the uniform adopted in your laboratory? We wholesale buy you such things?? - No, no, what are you! So I took the liberty of assuming that it wasn't. And he advised the girl not to confuse work clothes with an outfit for role-playing games in a brothel. Sorry if I hurt your delicate psyche, - Maxim added with a frank mockery. - In any case, I will not allow you to spoil the reputation of our company. In your free time, wear whatever you want, even naked, but here ... However, I think that there is no need for my lectures. From tomorrow, Mrs. Veselova no longer works with us, so she is free to continue in the same spirit, maybe someone will covet your silicone ... Now wipe your nose and go to the personnel department, write a letter of resignation. Do not write yourself - fired. Best wishes! He turned and walked out, leaving the women in complete shock. While Yulia was gasping for air, and Olga Denisovna was trying to find pills in her bag, Yasya managed to quietly slip out into the corridor. Guys, urgently!! The second half of the working day was remembered by Yasa as one never-ending nightmare. Yulka screamed and tried to beat the dishes, they held her back, someone sympathized, someone secretly giggled, Olga Denisovna did not part with the phone and validol, the rumor about the scandalous dismissal of the candidate for the "headmistress" spread around the office with unprecedented speed ... Yasya under on the pretext of sorting reagents, she ran away to a distant pantry and stuck around there until the delivery. In order not to listen to the “news of the day” that is growing with new details, she turned on the player and, while waiting for the bus, stood away from her excited colleagues. But even the beloved classics did not help today: contrary to custom, it was like cats scratching in my soul. And the new HR director was to blame for this. Incomprehensible to her, a contradictory type, from which you definitely need to stay away now. "Your own boy" has just demonstrated that he got his position not (so much) for beautiful eyes. The prestigious Graduate School of Management could not but leave its mark on him, but maybe Maxim Valerievich really is just that. Tough, even cruel... Despite all the hostility, Yasya now sincerely sympathized with Yulia. She had so many hopes for this "lab coat"! The girls gossiped that even the "old stump" general almost dripped his entire plate with saliva, the rest of the men were even more completely knocked out. And this... nice man miraculously survived. Probably, immediately after talking with her, he went to the dining room, and there - Yulia. In a spectacular pose and with a pre-approving look ... And he lowered her so mercilessly, and even in front of everyone. It is strange that she burst into tears and ran away instead of throwing herself at the offender with a table knife ... Poor Yulia! Katya tugged at her sleeve, paying attention to the bus that had arrived (otherwise you'll be late again, open-mouthed!), and Yasya hurried after her with relief. Casting a last absent-minded glance at the windows of the office on the second floor - to where a swift high shadow flickered and disappeared in the gap of the blinds. I hope that she will never be called to this apartment again! At the subway, Yasya rummaged through her pockets for a long time until she scraped together little things for her favorite cheesecake. She will get home when she still gets there, but on nervous grounds she wanted to eat not like a child! The cheesecake was still warm, and its last piece marked the restoration of the long-awaited peace of mind. Even a couple of sparrows got a crumb from the bounty. Yasya turned on a cheerful song and, singing quietly along, sat on a bench in the square, dangled her legs and blissfully squinted in the sun. Thoughts flowed in a more pleasant direction. Tomorrow is Friday, a shortened day, after work you can go to the pool, and then three whole days off! We must still try to gather classmates for barbecue, since the weather let us down on the first May days. Beloved Sablino, beautiful, delicious ... so, don’t talk about food, there’s no money for it now! A light touch on the shoulder was so unexpected that the girl almost jumped on the spot. She sharply opened her eyes - and rested her gaze on a huge cone of some intricate ice cream. It hung enticingly right in front of her nose; his "brother" casually lay on the knee of Maxim, who sat down next to him. How did he get here?? Yasya reflexively leaned back, and he noticed it. But he continued to smile just as mockingly. - So, will you? She was numb, feeling like a rabbit in front of a boa constrictor. - Badly. So I really scared you today. - You don't... - You. - Maxim ceased to portray ease and, taking her by the hand, categorically shoved ice cream. - Outside of work, say "you" to me. And let's eat, otherwise it will melt. She suddenly had a wild desire to throw this very ice cream at him, on a grand scale, smear it over this beautiful smug face ... and immediately run away, diving into the subway. And tomorrow morning to write a statement. What a pity that it simply does not have the courage! There must have been something in her eyes that alarmed him. Maxim threw his ice cream on the bench, took it away and put the second one next to him and carefully covered his cold hands clenched on his knees with his hand. - Excuse me, huh? I did not immediately see ... But you were also there, at the boss's? You shouldn't have heard all this. - What's the difference ... - Such. You now consider me a monster who insulted and mercilessly kicked out the "poor girl". Do you think I didn't see the horror you looked at me with?? And then in front of the bus - just an abyss of contempt ... - I don't ... - Yes, that's right. I feel good about these things. And I don't want you to keep looking at me like that. Maybe I don't have the right... - You do. During working hours, - Yasya barely squeezed out. - And now ... we're not at work. I have to go. She tried to pull her hands away, but his palm continued to lie on them, like a multi-ton slab - not to be moved. What else does he need? Yasya turned away and swallowed convulsively, driving away the tears that had risen to her throat. No, you can't, not here, not now! - Yaska, damn it, well, I'm sorry! Well, if you want, I'll take this bitch back, to the accounting department or somewhere else, but better, of course, as a cleaning lady, that's where she belongs ... Just don't cry, okay? - I don't... Forgive me, - muttered Yasya. - I have no right to condemn your actions, especially since you are essentially right. And in terms of shape ... Probably, too. I myself know that there are people who can only be influenced in this way, otherwise they will not understand. Yulia... she would not have reconciled herself and sought you for a long time. You've saved everyone a lot of nerves... - Uh-huh. For good, it was necessary just to call Veselov and explain everything to her face-to-face, but, I confess, I was just scared, - Maxim grunted sadly. - Such girls - like tanks, until you throw a grenade, they will shove ahead. How many I have seen them ... Climb and climb, and in the eyes of a fanatical gleam and the motto "be mine or die!" How about asking me, damn it? I'm tired of these bitches who think they are irresistible, and consider the rest to be small trash ... So I could not restrain myself. I admit that it was ugly on my part, but people like her need to be broken off at least sometimes, and a useful example for the future for others: I won’t succumb to stupid provocations, I’m not quite a naive idiot. The more a woman "exhibits", the obviously less interesting she has "inside", it has always been so. Well, more precisely, almost always... Yasya intercepted his thoughtful look and for some reason blushed. The desire to throw ice cream at him faded away, the initial fright also passed, giving way to an involuntary understanding of his position. In fact, a man with such an appearance and position is probably not given a pass in life, this can already tire and infuriate. I wonder when he marries, all the other girls will leave him behind? Something is hard to believe ... So here you don’t have to be angry, but sympathize. Moreover, she does not behave in the best way. It got to the point that the director himself apologizes to her and justifies himself ... What nonsense! She glanced at his hand, still in her lap, and felt even more awkward. - Um... The ice cream must have completely melted... Maxim looked at her carefully and smiled with noticeable relief. He unfolded and handed her her horn, then enthusiastically set to work on his own. - Oh, how delicious! I have never bought this before ... - And I love this. The most delicious they have is pistachio, but it was not there now. - I like chocolate too. Thank you! - Yes, for nothing ... You will drip now! Maxim deftly caught a sweet drop falling from her horn and licked his finger. I think yours tastes better. - I think they are the same! - But nifiga ... Give me a bite! Yasya could not stand his deliberately plaintive look and laughed. - Nope. I'm hungry, so I'll be greedy beef, and you will get a national Indian hut as a gift! Maxim roared merrily, throwing his head back, then furtively glanced at his watch and voiced a new proposal: - If you're hungry, let's go eat! True, I don’t really know anything here ... Not at McDonald’s! Or?.. Yasya, too, looked at her watch and, recollecting herself, got up. - Sorry, it's time for me to run, otherwise they will suddenly take everything apart ... - Where are you going? For clothes? - What are you, what clothes! Today, for only one day, you can buy an amazing set of colors for a promotion, I accidentally found out ... I hope there is still something left. - How far is your store? Give me a ride? - No need! Yasha waved it off. - It's in the center, fifteen minutes by metro, and by car you just need to collect all the traffic jams ... Thanks for the ice cream! - Forget. So do you still draw? - Yeah, and I also dance and embroider with a cross ... Well, that's it, I rushed! - Can you wait another half a minute? Maxim took her by the sleeve. - You know, it's even somehow indecent, so frankly wanting to run away from such a charming man ... You just dance on the spot, if only this headmaster's muzzle would get off you as soon as possible ... Don't mind, I see! In short, I have only one question. Peace-friendship-chewing gum? I mean, ice cream... Won't you shy away from me anymore? - I won't, I won't... - Excellent. Then run. Yasya wanted to do just that, but then hesitated, looking at his habitually mocking face. I don't want to piss him off again, but... - Listen, Maxim. Excuse me, of course... But, in my opinion, the word "friendship" is clearly superfluous here. Even in the most symbolic sense. At work, we practically will not communicate, and outside of work - even more so. So ... - Come on, dear, through the forest! he frowned. - Did I understand correctly that you do not want to communicate with me outside of work? "Well, offended..." - It's not that I don't want to, but I just don't see the point. Mice are not friends with large predators ... - she joked awkwardly. - Interesting remark... Okay. If a lady's desire is to leave her alone, I dare not disobey. Let me pay my respects to you and bow out! One sharp step - and Maxim grabbed her hand, raised it to his lips, not taking his eyes off the girl's puzzled face, and then just as sharply turned around and walked away. Yasya stood like a pillar for several seconds, looking after him, then she came to her senses and ran to the subway. And what was that?? He was still offended... What now - a new reason for repression? Rather, spit and forget. And he will do it right. "People, help me out! Ask your friends if anyone has an extra ticket for the opening of the modern landscape exhibition in Erarta, it's very necessary!!" Yasya updated her VKontakte status and mentally appealed to higher powers with a request to organize a small happy occasion for her. She had few “friends” here, but each of them had their own circles of contacts, all of a sudden it would burn out ... Higher powers helped! Some Kostya Babich, "an acquaintance of an acquaintance of someone else" wrote her a letter with a message that he would provide her with an invitation ticket to this event without any problems, it was not at all difficult for him. The ticket will leave on her last name right there. Wellcome, have fun! Yasya joyfully jumped up and scribbled a response letter of thanks to him, not completely believing that everything would work out and this was not just a joke. Kostya answered quickly and again assured that everything would be all right. His relatives and friends revolve in these circles and will get a ticket or two without any problems. Does she only need one? Yasya wrote that yes, one is enough, her friends have other interests. At this they said goodbye, and after three days she was convinced that this unknown Kostya was really a man of his word. The invitation was waiting for her at the appointed place, so that she could finally exhale and enjoy the contemplation. Probably, thanks to the mood, almost every picture delighted the girl. While other visitors languidly paced the halls and paid more attention to champagne, Yasya cheerfully circled the entire exhibition and went to the second, already more thoughtful circle. Along the way, I wrote down the names of the most liked works in a notebook, so that later I could find them on the Internet and download them to my "gallery of ideas", and did not particularly stare around. At today's opening, three of the presented authors were promised at once, and she must not miss them; but they are unlikely to come to the very beginning, which means that you can still walk around and see enough. - Like? Yasya turned around at the voice and saw a long, casually dressed guy with a shaggy head like a haystack and a bunch of earrings in both ears. A colorful type, you can immediately see, another moderately unrecognized genius! - Very. - And what is the most? They chatted for a couple of minutes, then the guy could not stand it and led her to a picture displayed nearby, depicting some kind of dilapidated city in black and red. - How is it? - Strongly, - Yasya screwed up her eyes. - Sharp, bright ... evil. It seems that the author personally destroyed it all, danced on the wreckage and joyfully painted what was left. "Triumph" is a rather telling name. - Maybe then the wise lady will guess the title and theme of the next work of this author? It's actually not written yet, but in the process, - he tapped his temple with his finger. - Is this your picture? - Yasya guessed, looking at the guy more closely. “Then maybe next will be Desolation?” Or, on the contrary, "Freedom". Either everything is black or red. But what? he asked briskly. - I'm not a critic, not a professional artist... But it seems to me that only white is suitable for the final "point". A little bit of thin dark lines, and the main background is white. "Soaring" ... well, or something like that. Sorry if I said something stupid ... Then the guy suddenly stepped towards her and hugged her, literally tearing her off the ground. Yasya barely restrained herself from squealing. You are my miracle! Thank you baby!! - No, Vovan, you're completely pissed off! Well, quickly put the girl in her place! Once again on the floor, Yasya straightened the shawl that had slipped off her shoulders and only then turned around ... and almost shamefully hid behind Vovan. And then... Maxim!! What kind of wind carried him? It was the first time she'd seen him casually dressed in jeans and a thin white pullover, but still unimaginably stylish. He exchanged a friendly handshake with the artist and reproached him for treating his "valuable collaborator" so casually. - Hello... - Hello, beauty! I see you are conquering your fellow talent with might and main? - Uh... no. Maxim Va... okay, Maxim, what are you doing here? Do you love contemporary art? - You can say that. People, soon the "shampoo" will be over, I'll bring it to you? To Yasya's secret relief, he temporarily disappeared into the crowd, and Vovan, aka Vladimir Boyko exhibiting here, became persistently interested in her full name and works. Yasya briefly said that she only graduated from art school and draws mainly for herself, but in some places there are pictures of her on the Internet, in principle, you can find it, but not the fact that it's worth it ... Vovan objected that, of course , stands - and then Maxim returned with two glasses. One immediately handed it to her, he took a sip from the second. - And me?? - And you only respect cognac, otherwise I don’t remember. Welcome to translate to you ... - Well, thank you! - You're welcome! Then someone called the artist, and he excused himself and walked away. Yasya felt uncomfortable and focused all her attention on the champagne. By the way, it's really tasty... - I bet you're trying to come up with an excuse to dump, - Maxim said, and she almost choked. - Well, I guessed it. - Uh... - If my person makes you so nervous, then... - No, no. Sorry, I'm acting like a pig. But that's just out of surprise. Didn't expect to see you here. Maxim finished his champagne in one gulp and unloaded the empty glasses onto the tray of a passing waiter. - I expected. - What? - To see you. I didn’t want to confess, but for some reason I want to be honest with you even in small things ... I saw your VKontakte status that you are looking for a ticket. - Did you get him? - it finally came to Yasi. - But why? - I wanted to please you, - Maxim calmly watched her slowly blush. - I really have many acquaintances in this environment, so getting a couple of invitations was a trifling matter. Kostya Babich is Vovka's friend, and Vovka is my good friend. See, it's simple. - Yes... Thank you very much, Maxim. - Well, for the sake of this, it was worth starting all this! He suddenly smiled - so joyfully that Yasya could not help but respond to this smile. By the way, you look great. A very beautiful dress. And this thing is in the hole too. - Thank you. This is my mother - and sewed and knitted. She is my jack of all trades. - And you're all in it. - What are you! I care about her like an ant to the sky! I only draw, and even then for myself. “And in vain,” Maxim replied seriously. I have seen your work on the internet. I liked it very much. They are so bright, sunny... Warm. Immediately the mood rises ... - Stop praising me, - the girl was completely embarrassed. - Better tell me which of today's works you liked more. He wanted to answer, but then there was a joyful "Max!" and a spectacular brunette in a short tight-fitting dress flew up to them. She grabbed his hand, kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bright red mark, chattered how glad she was to see him, and, not letting her come to her senses, turned to a stout woman in diamonds standing nearby. - Mom, meet, this is Maxim, the same one ... Yasya caught his fleeting martyr look and sighed sympathetically. "Classics of the genre". On the other hand, the girl is much more beautiful than even Yulka, so why feel sorry for him! On the contrary, one should rejoice for the person. .. She slowly slipped out into another hall, and just in time: one of the invited celebrities had just begun to speak there. Yasya pushed her way closer, but during a rather entertaining story about the lofty and beautiful, she caught herself involuntarily looking for Maxim through her eyes. And why, you ask? Immediately after the first artist, two others performed, and Yasya was finally able to completely switch over, for which she mentally gave herself a five. Until the end of the event, she never saw Maxim - he must have been taken away by that brunette. But at the exit, she again stumbled upon Vova Boyko, and he uttered a new portion of compliments to her and along the way introduced her to a red-haired bearded friend, thereby Kostya Babich. In a great mood, Yasya went out into the street - and almost screamed when someone's hand suddenly stuck out from behind the column and pulled her by the shawl. - Shh! - Oh ... you will soon make me a stutterer! she hissed angrily, looking at Maxim's pleased face. - Just a little more, and I would have received a bag in one place! - What is it? he asked. - On ... the neck! Why are you partisan here? - That's exactly what. Hiding and waiting for you, so as not to miss. - What for? - What? I'm hiding - from Anka with her piranha mother, I thought they would publicly tie me up and drag me to the registry office ... Pick up your jaw, this is not a figurative expression ... And I'm waiting for you - because I want to ask for a favor. - Fine. - Oh, naive, is it possible to agree so recklessly! What if I ask for something indecent? Yasya peered into his deliberately treacherous face and snorted. - You don't ask. - It's nice that you have such an opinion about me. Then let's go, my car is around the corner! - And where? - How to - eat, of course! That is, sorry, have lunch. This champagne makes me feel terribly hungry! “You know, me too,” Yasya said in surprise. - A strange effect ... Only mind you, I'm crying for myself, I have it! She shook her handbag imposingly, received an arrogant grunt in response, and decided to return to this issue later. If only he didn’t drag her to some expensive restaurant ... Already sitting in the car, the girl suddenly thought belatedly: why did she go with him at all, and did not politely refuse, referring to business? She seemed to have set herself up to stay away from this guy, and for a whole week everything went exactly according to plan. This, in general, was not difficult, given that they worked on different floors, she basically did not go to the dining room, but traveled exclusively by public transport. I thought that Maxim had already forgotten about her. .. And it turns out, nothing of the sort. Is it good or bad? - What's quiet? What are you thinking about? Almost blurted out "about you", but bit her tongue just in time. - Yes, so ... Where are we going, then? - Tell you everything. We will come - you will find out, but for now, sit tormented by curiosity. - Nobody told you that you are a cruel tyrant? - Nope. Probably, they were afraid ... - Is this a hint? Everything, I’m silent, I’m silent, forgive me, my lord !! - Wow! I like this! Continue in the same spirit - no, do not be silent, of course ... - Yeah, I was dreaming, one-eyed! - Why is it "one-eyed"? Maxim was surprised. - Well I do not know. So we used to say in childhood ... So, giggling and teasing each other, they drove to the place. - Restaurant "Happiness", - Yasya read aloud. - I come here often. A good place. - I hope it's not too expensive. But I like the name! Inside, Yasa also liked it: beautiful, cozy. It's not evening yet, and there are not so many people, the background music is very pleasant, no one smokes... Lepota! Maxim purposefully brought her to a small table in a niche (oh, cool, not busy!); a smiling waiter immediately showed up with a menu, and the "lady" was given an option without prices. Yasya tried to object, but Maxim calmly declared that there was nothing to suffer from nonsense. - Is it really so difficult to make a good person - that is, me, pleasant - that is, keep a company and not twitch at the same time because of every garbage? What about Yaroslav? - Maybe it's bullshit for you... - Yas, do you at least roughly know what my salary is? That's right, you don't know, it's a trade secret. So, I’d rather go to a restaurant every day, and not squirm at the stove in the hope of not burning another unfortunate scrambled egg along with a frying pan ... And after that I won’t go around the world, believe me. So for me it's a trifle, and you are not obligated to anything. Understand? To nothing. I just want to relax and chat calmly with an interesting girl, who at the same time does not dream of immediately dragging me to the registry office. You don't dream, do you? Yasia shook her head so vigorously that he laughed. - Well, have you exhausted the topic? - Oh, okay, yours took! What do you recommend? While waiting for the order, the waiter brought two beautiful sheets of paper and colored pencils. As it turned out, this is a local tradition - not to suffer while waiting for food, but to be creative. - That's why I brought you here, - Maxim smiled. - Brazenly I want some of your drawing as a keepsake. Will you draw? Yasya thought - and did not break down. “Then you draw for me too.” - But I can't! - Don't freak out! Any child is capable of something symbolic. At least draw a smiley, at least the sun. Come on, don't be shy, you can do it! Maxim sighed heavily and meekly took the pencil. When they brought hot, they had just finished the drawings. Maxim did not come up with anything better than actually depicting a smiley, or rather, two: one with cat ears, and the second ... - Is this Cheburashka? - Still say - an elephant! - he was offended. - It's a mouse, isn't it clear?! He pulled the drawing to himself and signed: "cats and mice are brothers forever!" And then I added a colored rainbow between them. - Now it is clear? - Yes! Hello, I really like it! - You didn’t heal your drawing! A beautiful blue-eyed angel was depicted on the Yasin leaflet; he smiled affectionately and instead of the symbolic punishing sword he held a large camomile in his hand. Maxim carefully studied the drawing, throwing pensive glances at the girl, and for some reason she felt embarrassed. - It's... just thought of it, by chance... Don't like it? - Well, how can you not like it? It's practically my self-portrait. Wow, but I thought you just see me with horns and a tail. - Nothing like this! I mean, it's not you, but just an artistic image, understand?! “It’s clear, what’s not clear here ...” he chuckled absently. - Do you like daisies? - I love. - And the roses? Or something else? - Cornflowers! - I don't remember such animals for sale... - So they are weeds, they usually grow in the fields. The last time I saw them was in my grandmother's village, in the Kostroma region. But here - no. Yes, I'm lucky to have you! No, to love roses, even green or purple flecks. Where can I get you cornflowers?! Will I visit your grandmother? - And what, only a day and a half on the train, then another three hours on the "foundling", and forty minutes on foot, one or two! Yasha giggled. - Okay, don't worry, I don't need any flowers! I can draw them myself! - Exactly! And then they scared me completely, the original ... In "Happiness" they sat for another two hours, ate and drank heartily and discussed a bunch of different topics, starting with the last movie they saw and ending with childhood memories (once my mother gave me to a music room for an accordion, can you imagine Well, I suffered for a week, and then I did something like that! I almost gave everyone a heart attack... yes, I could) ... During all this time, only a friend called Yasa, but Maxim - about ten people. Once "Uncle Gena on business" (is it really the general??), Then - solid female voices. He, as quickly as he could, curtailed conversations, and only in the latter case apologized and went out into the corridor. I wonder who it was? - All right, now the unit can be turned off! - happily declared Maxim, having returned. - Maman was convinced that I was alive and well, she would not call again, and the rest went to hell! They sat still, then he drove her home, right to the entrance. - Well, you still don't want to be friends with me? Maxim inquired deliberately plaintively. - Well, please, please!! - Puppy eyes are a forbidden technique! Yasya was indignant through laughter. - You leave me no choice, otherwise I will feel like the last pig! Here impudent... - What already is! so what? I solemnly promise not to tell anyone about us, not to climb into your life without asking and not to be imposed - as far as possible. What do you think? - Acceptable. I promise the same from my side. - Clever! High five! They shook hands and laughed. - Well, bye, friend Maxim! - Bye, friend Yaroslav! He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. - What are you? - So friendly! Don't you say goodbye to your girlfriends?! - Maxim made an innocent face. - Listen, girlfriend ... Okay, neighing here with me! The girl shook her fist at him and quickly jumped out of the car. Maxim, smiling, waved her hand. "Good morning, Mouse!:)))" Maxim is back in his repertoire. It seems that she doesn’t do anything like that - she doesn’t call, especially during working hours, she doesn’t call “to go somewhere”, she doesn’t give a ride to the house (and thank God, people would definitely sniff it out!), But she is already somehow imperceptibly present in her life . At least a couple of sms: in the morning and in the evening, like a bayonet. "Good night, friend of my harsh days! :)))" Joker... Today, right in the morning, Yasya got a call from a former classmate with another heartbreaking story about her difficult personal life. Yasya listened to her moaning while getting ready for work and then the whole (!) way, that is, almost an hour, and she herself was already ready to moan and sob over her completely "withered" ears, but, fortunately, Kira simply ran out of money. Uff... Already in the laboratory, Yasya discovered that during the "conversation" she forgot to put lunch in her bag, which means that for once she would have to go to the canteen. Bee ... And expensive, and not very tasty, and a lot of people - but what to do! She waited for the main mass to pass, took a second and a cabbage salad for herself and settled down in the farthest corner with her back to the main hall. Looking at solid pot-bellied uncles and their overdressed secretaries is a dubious pleasure, and they will look at her less. - Gotcha! And what are you doing here, you lost soul?! Seryoga, the only person to whom Yasya was sincerely delighted, heavily plopped his tray into an empty seat. - Saving, poverty? Here, come on! He categorically placed a fruit salad with whipped cream and a glass of juice in front of the girl and energetically began to borscht. - And there is nothing to sparkle at me with your eyes, I don’t eat that! Only meat-meat-meat... - And coffee-beer-vodka... - grumbled Yasya. Thanks, but I didn't have to. - Shut up, woman! I'm five years older than you and five times smarter, learn from me while you're alive! - What is it? Buy sick people? - And at least this one. Honesty is out of fashion now, you finally understand it! Just then, Yasi's phone vibrated in his pocket. "And where do we deign to disappear? I called the landline twice, and my mouse runs around somewhere..." "Does not run, but has lunch with another cat!" - she answered in rhyme, and only then realized that she had done something stupid. So, we need to finish chewing as soon as possible ... I didn’t have time. And then it’s business, to go down from the second floor to the first, and not how to cut them from the ninth. She felt the eyes on her back, and immediately Maxim appeared next to their table. He shook Seryoga's hand and gave her a sardonic smile. - Sergey Anatolyich, I see you are with a girl today! And not with three, as usual... What happened? - The holiday happened, - he calmly replied. - Yarusik is worth three ordinary girls... Oh, sorry, of course, not three, but much more! Maxim Valerievich, will you join? - No, thanks, I won't interfere! He turned around and walked to the counter, from where he went to the other end of the hall with a tray. - M-yes, a hungry man is an evil man! Seryoga said thoughtfully. - Shake on your mustache, Yaska, it will come in handy in family life! - Come on, fuck you with your family life ... Her mood clearly dropped, and there was no one to blame but herself for this. I forgot that men are terrible owners, and even in the case of their mythical "friendship" with Maxim, his reaction to a competitor was far from joyful. And if it was not her, but his real girlfriend? Knowing Seryogin's reputation, it would be possible to hit both of them first, and only then figure it out ... Madhouse, what is she even thinking about ?! - Come on, sick, I'll drag your tray! I hope I won’t overstrain, otherwise how will you be without a valuable worker? “Nothing, I’ll bring you oranges to the hospital,” Yasya promised, picking up his purse. - I don't want oranges, I want strawberries! - Seryoga whined deliberately plaintively. - Sorry, my salary is only for oranges... Ask someone else, you will get not only strawberries, but also kumquats with rambutan... - Better say - durian! - You're an idiot! They giggled, and Yasya immediately received a contemptuous look from one of the women, who also put down her tray. - It's very smart, - she could not stand it, - to talk about salary next to the HR director. Sorry! They turned around at the same time and found that Maxim was standing very close, twisting a fork in his hands and looking in their direction, not at all good-naturedly. She was stupid again... - Seryozha-ah! Are you completely conceited? - a girl in a spectacular red suit, who came up from the other side, pounced on him. - I'm waving to you, and you went to this one... - Yasa got another hostile look. - I wanted to ask you to help me with... - Len, come later, huh? - Okay... Oh, sorry, I'm so awkward! Lena clapped her hands picturesquely, watching how a clearly visible stain from cherry juice was spreading over her rival's light blouse. Which, as you know, is not washed off. Yasya once again thought that today it was clearly necessary to arrange a fasting day for herself ... Seryoga glared fiercely at his friend, who was pretending to be upset by the "awkwardness" and, turning away, handed Yasya a pack of napkins from the nearest table. - Don't be mad at her, please. She's a fool, they don't take offense at fools... Lena stuttered in mid-sentence, cast an angry glance at his back and walked away, loudly clicking her heels. - Yes, everything is fine. I'll go already... Bye. - Do you have something to change? And then let me give you a ride! Yasya just waved her hand and quickly left. I ran to the laboratory along the emergency stairs, almost no one goes there. Oh, it's a pity, she loved this blouse so much ... Half an hour later, the crippled thing soaked in a basin in a generous solution of powder (what if? ..), and her mistress, pulling on rubber gloves, was once again washing the cones. It's even good that no one else likes to do this, you can even fight your throat over "fate" ... I want swans to live And from white flocks And from white flocks The world has become kinder. Let the swans fly across the sky Above my land Above my fate Fly into the bright world of people... Having finished singing, Yasya hung the last flask on the dryer - and turned around sharply, literally feeling someone's heavy gaze on her back. No, not that... Maxim again! He stood in the doorway, propping up the jamb with his shoulder, and looked at her without a smile, a little frowningly. Probably, she thinks that it is because of the damaged sweater that she is crying like that. The eternal victim of circumstances ... Well, let him think, who will forbid him! - A good song ... The face is stern, and the voice is unexpectedly quiet. Strange... He didn't say anything else, turned around and left. And why did you come? Why - Yasya found out half an hour later, when her boss called her to her. Again the same thoughtfully-probing look, but she did not ask about anything. - Sit down, Yaroslava, write a statement. - About care?? Olga Denisovna smiled at her involuntary fright. - About what kind of care, why? About the raise. You will be an engineer, as you should have been. Yulka quit... Maybe someone else will be laid off, from the age group. A young leader, of course, prefers a young team over old farts, I understand. And I don't think it's wrong. Maxim Valeryevich then asked me in great detail about each employee, who was the "driving force" and who was the "ballast". He does not need the latter, and he is ready to encourage and stimulate the former, so that other firms are not lured away. Very smart policy! So let's write, valuable employee! Then, before leaving, you go to the personnel department, sign for a new position and salary, which, by the way, has already been raised. And one more thing ... - the boss tapped the table with a pencil. I have long wanted to thank you. For everything - for your work, for your reliability, for your patience. You are well done, Yasya, and I really appreciate you as a human being. I was unfair to you... - Olga Denisovna, everything is fine. What was, was, and we will not talk about it anymore. Thank you for the kind words and hopefully we will all work even better now. - Personally, I'm all for it, - the boss smiled. Yasya came out of the office cheered up. Still trying to wash the sweater, she suddenly thought - wasn't this what Maxim came for? Oh well, it would be worth worrying about for her alone, there were probably more important issues. The stain, as expected, did not come off, and the blouse had to be thrown away. Yasya thoughtfully rummaged through her locker, trying to determine which of the old T-shirts available (of those under the bathrobe) looks the least shameful. It turned out that no ... Seryoga just called, asked what she was thinking of doing, and even promised to help. He showed up literally five minutes later, brought his spare shirt, which, according to the statement, was completely clean. - Here, hold it, poor fellow, I'm tearing it from my heart! - Seryozha, what are you doing? How can I go in a man's shirt?! What will the people think? - Don't boil! I am a compact and not fat guy, I won’t hang at all. You turn up your sleeves, tie it on your stomach - and everyone will think that this is how it was intended. Come on, measure, I'll go out. By the way, I told Lenke later, don't worry. Next time I'll be careful not to mess with you. Yasya was skeptical, but the shirt sat down surprisingly well, and in the form suggested by Sergey, and even with jeans, it looked "like a native". - What? - Wow, you are a genius!! The girl happily hung on the neck of the pleased Seryoga. I'll wash it, iron it, and return it tomorrow! You are my savior, true friend! - And then! Do you want to ride today? - Oh, the last time was enough for me until the end of my life, so I - pass! But a big hello to Zhorik! Chatting, they walked together to the personnel department and said goodbye. Yasya quickly filled out the paperwork and, while waiting for the delivery, managed to confirm the rumor about her engineering three times and even promised to put down her name, they would not leave behind. Already on the bus, she noticed a text message from Maxim that had arrived an hour ago: "Are you okay?" She replied politely, "Yes, thank you." "Good night!" Yasya was almost falling asleep when, finally, the phone placed at the head of the bed quietly chimed. In addition to these two words, Maxim sent a very beautiful picture - two swans against the sunset sky. "Thank you, and to you too, blue-eyed angel..:))" And why did she write this? - Sergey, do you have a minute? - For the beloved director, not even one. Zhorik, watch out! Seryoga hung his helmet on the steering wheel and turned to Maxim, who had come up. In two weeks of working together, they quickly found a common language and observed the required officialdom only in public. - I wanted to ask ... What kind of performance was it in the canteen? - Are you talking about a joke about a salary or about women's showdowns? - Second, of course. I'm already going to raise someone's salary, so jokes on this topic will soon be irrelevant ... - And will you raise me?! - And you - if you normally answer the question of the authorities. What, because of your persona is not the first time girls fight? “Not the first time,” Seryoga chuckled. - Yes, and so you, probably, were reported about the other two times ... What can I do, I'm such an irresistible man! But you are not a competitor, keep in mind! For me, by and large, all these ladies are up to one place (between us), I don’t even really do anything, they climb on their own ... Except it’s different with Yaska. - You are dating? - Of course not! - waved the guy. - Only friendship and nothing but friendship! She is amazing, not like these fools ... Quite a trifle, but I respect her. Of the women, they still have their boss, in part, and no one else. So that! - Hmm ... You, you see, everything is on the shelves: here for the soul, here for the libido, here for the prestige ... - Yeah, and a bunch more - in reserve! Seryoga giggled. - And mind you, this does not affect the work in any way! Well, almost ... I am surprised at myself! - Yes, no one argues, only eggs are cooler than you! Maxim smiled. - Do not you think to settle down? - Never! At least in the next decade ... Although my mother already got it right - get married, get married ... I already thought to ask Yaska to go to the ancestors to shine, maybe they will lag behind for some time. .. yes, something is dumb for now. - Why? Sergei thoughtfully drummed on his helmet. - Honestly - I'm afraid to play too much. You know, Max, I love girls as a class. Beautiful, bright, cheerful... It's easy for me with them, and for them with me too. I immediately warn you that there will be no serious relationship; not everyone, of course, accepts this, many hope for more and then create problems for me and for themselves, but that's not the point ... For me, they are, well, like puddles in which a rainbow is reflected. Beautiful - and the bottom is translucent. I don’t know how else to say ... And Yaska is a whirlpool. Calm stagnant water, but if you tighten it, the hell will break out, I can feel it. That's why I'm afraid to get too close. And I regret somewhere in the depths of my soul, people like her are now rare, but, damn it, I'm still afraid. You can't play with Yaska, only get married. And I have not walked up yet ... That's why only friendship. But for her, I’ll clean anyone’s face without hesitation. - Even me? Max smiled wryly. Sergei looked at him carefully, but answered without a pause: - Even you. - Oh, thanks. Seryoga decided that the conversation was starting to go somewhere in the wrong direction, and put on a frivolous smile on his face. - All right, what any garbage to be loaded! What do you think yourself? - About what? - About the women, of course. I'm surprised you haven't been thrashed yet. The girls from you obviously squeal and faint, collectively ... - So let them lie there - collectively, - Maxim grinned. - I'm already tired of them, like a dog ... Do you know what my friends call me? Soap! - Why is this? Seryoga perked up. - It's easy to get into everyone's ... oh, no, probably not in this sense ... - That's it! Poke me some more! Soap - because it's slippery, you've already avoided so many set-ups, Mom, don't worry! It's high time to hang a medal around your neck... - Oh, it's familiar! I respect my brother in misfortune! They exchanged a playful handshake. - I wish that we both continue to be lucky! You - Soap, and I, or something, To close up with a rope? There will be a laugh! .. Okay, we, like, discussed everything? And then Anzhelka has been waiting for me at the metro for half an hour ... Or Anya? Ay, I'll figure it out on the spot ... - Come on, scratch, ladies' man! Maxim followed the roaring black and yellow motorcycle with his eyes and started his own car. But he did not leave immediately, but sat, leaning thoughtfully on the steering wheel, and recalled Sergei's recent words. A whirlpool... It's even funny. They think exactly the same as him... "What are you going to do this weekend?" "Like what - I'm going to Luga, of course. And you?" "And what does Luga have to do with it?" "Ha ha, and this is the HR director asking! Don't you know?" Of course, Maxim immediately called back. - What do you know about? - As for the spring sports meeting! We are against Vodokanal itself, they themselves called us as competitors. You seriously didn't know? - Well, maybe someone said something, but I don’t remember point-blank ... And there’s nothing like that in the diary ... Damn it, right? - Yeah! There has long been such a tradition - to organize competitions twice a year, like, who is cooler, and, of course, a joint booze, of course ... I was also delegated, I swim well, and I also run. Vodokanal invites you to its base near Luga, they say that everything there is of a very decent level. From Friday evening to Sunday evening, the company paid for everything a long time ago ... - Damn, I almost lost my mind! Thank you, I'll ask Petrovich tomorrow! - Will you go yourself? - I don't know, there is a lot of work now... I'm not sure. But my thoughts are with you! - Fine! Yasya was sitting on the bus and chatting merrily with Katya and Seryoga. Of course, both of them could not miss such an event: Katerina decently played volleyball, and Sergey - he also seemed to be doing something there before, but he rode mainly because of fun. For sure, he will not be equal in this part! - Katya, remember, last year our and their men got drunk and went to beat each other's faces because of the "wrong" refereeing, that was a scream! Like in a pioneer camp! - Exactly! Then half took time off at their own expense, until the black eyes went away ... - I hope everything will be more decent now? - Well, hope, Yaska, hope ... Hey, boss, when will we go? Who are we waiting for? - Yeah, - Andreevich, the permanent driver, nodded. - Oh, he's already running! - And who is such a latecomer? - I! Excuse me, you can go! Breathing heavily, Maxim walked between the seats and plopped down next to Sergei. - Oh, what people! And are you with us?! - Well, to protect the honor of the company - my first duty! The delegates sitting on the bus (especially the delegates) perked up in order and immediately vying with each other began to tell him about the upcoming event. Yasya was also glad that he was able to escape, and after a while sent him a text message: "Well done! Now we will win for sure! :))" The answer was "By the way, I'm going because of you. If you drown, who will pull you out?" She laughed. "They won't wait! We will do everything, you'll see!" Almost two hours on the road passed cheerfully and imperceptibly. In the boarding house "Petrel" they were already waiting. Maxim impudently went first to the administrator - to score a better number for himself. No one was indignant at this, the director after all ... Yasya, Katya and Sergey were almost at the tail of the queue, so they got modest rooms: a double room for Katya and a triple room for Seryoga. Yasya thought that she would be settled with Katya, and was very surprised when she was given the key to a single room in Belaya Dacha. This boarding house, also from the Vodokanal, was located next to Burevestnik and was considered more prestigious, today mainly the authorities settled here. - Isn't that a mistake? Maybe I'm better off with that girl... - Oh, everything is on the list, calm down and don't delay the others! - dismissed the administrator. - Next! Yasya shrugged her shoulders and followed her friends out into the street. - Well, see you at dinner! Get me a seat! - Necessarily! Eh, I hope they didn’t put me up with some grimza, like last year ... - Katya grumbled. Leaving the territory of the Burevestnik, Yasya immediately stumbled upon Maxim. - Did they put you in the "Belaya Dacha" too? Come on, give me the bag! The rooms are opposite. Maxim has a large, obviously bossy one, but Yasya has a lake view. Beauty! - I'll pick you up in half an hour. - Fine! Yasya opened the window and, singing, quickly unpacked her things and changed from a tracksuit into jeans and a beautiful blue tunic. From above she threw on another shawl knitted by her mother - after all, it was evening, and by the time Maxim arrived, she was already completely ready. Chatting, we reached the "Petrel" - the dining room was one for two boarding houses, since they were nearby. In "Belaya Dacha" - only a bar. - Will you sit down with us or with the authorities? If anything, we, of course, are not offended ... - Oh, these old farts. With you. Are there four places? - Sort of. The dining room was already full of people. Katya and Sergey, as promised, "held" the table and waved, attracting attention. Yasya was the first to rush towards them, Maxim lagged behind, greeting and shaking hands with the familiar heads - his own and the water utility. He was called to his place, but he invariably referred to "friend Sergei" and reached the final goal, when Yasya had already eaten half of her portion. - We bet people are already guessing with might and main, you are with us or "just", and who is with whom, - Seryoga grinned. - Yaska, will you be with me? - And here are the figurines. I am on my own! - I look, I’m completely proud, Gordeeva! - All in you, Samoilov! - Oh, well, they disguised themselves, as in the registry office! Katerina giggled. - And you, too, shut up ... How are you? Fedorov! And now it’s like a kiss, and you’ll come out for breakfast in a wig! The girls will tear you to the bare skull! - Oh, I'm afraid! - Be afraid! Maxim smiled as he listened to their quarrel and remained silent until the end of dinner. Let's take a walk to the lake! - Yes! They say it's beautiful! - Yasya was inspired. - Are you with us? - I - yes! Katya nodded. - Why sit in the room, especially with an unfamiliar neighbor ... - And I don’t even know, - Seryoga drawled. - It would be necessary to carry out reconnaissance, well, you understand ... I saw a couple of people on whom you can lay your eyes on ... Or, well, what the hell are they until tomorrow? - Went! And then you will drive to the bar "for warming up", one of the girls will definitely hang around there, and you will take the "warm one" ... - Katya winked. - You're right, baby, I'll do it! They walked together to the exit, but then Yasya was suddenly pulled by the sleeve. Turning around, she saw a tall red-haired guy with a smile from ear to ear - and she herself could not help exclamation of joy and surprise. - Yarik! - Olezhka! What fate?! He, laughing, grabbed her in his arms and lifted her high above the floor. - Everything is so small! But beautiful ... - Let go, fool, people are watching! - Yes, let them look, it's a pity or something ... He gently lowered her to the ground, wrapped her shawl in a businesslike way and tightly grabbed her wrist. - That's it, I'm kidnapping you! Let's take a walk, talk... You don't mind, do you? The last phrase was addressed to two young people who drilled him with equally hostile looks. - And where did you draw such a quick one? Seryoga inquired. - I don't remember you... - Yes, I've been in Vodokanal for the third month in total. Don't worry, Yarik and I are old friends, I'm responsible for her. - And for yourself? Sergey grumbled sarcastically. - Look at me, we’ll poke out the blinkers for Yaska, we’ll tear her mouth ... Is everything clear? - Of course, commander! Well, we're off! - Sorry, guys, I'm leaving, we just haven't seen each other for a long time ... - Yasya tried to justify herself, feeling uncomfortable. - Kat, I'll call you! - All right... All three of them watched the rapidly retreating couple. - Well, they threw us ... Shall we go to the lake, or go straight to the bar? The men looked at each other. - Oh, let's go to the bar. They had been sitting there for about an hour: Sergei was flirting with might and main with two sisters from the water canal, Katya languidly kicked away from the tipsy head of the personnel department. A very scantily dressed girl made eyes at Maxim, but, fortunately, an elderly colleague soon sat down with him with a lengthy conversation "for life." You don't have to listen, just sit and nod... Yasya and her annoying companion, both frozen and happy, stumbled into the bar, holding hands. He immediately ordered a hundred of cognac for himself, and for the lady - mulled wine, and wanted to drag her into a corner, but Katya noticed her friend in time and called to them. A frank annoyance flickered across Oleg's face, but he did not object. - Have you been to the lake? - Yeah! It's cool there! Tomorrow I want to get up early, go take a picture. They say there are even swans with swans! - Yeah, and snakes, so you look, be careful, - Sergey warned. - And do not forget to return to breakfast, right after it we go to the "Star" to the site. We will also have lunch there ... - Yes, I remember! Don't worry, I'm a disciplined girl! - Yasya waved her hand and took a sip of hot fragrant wine with pleasure. - Delicious, I love it! - Me? - brazenly climbed the water utility. - Well, you ... for the company ... - And tomorrow we will play against each other, - Katya remarked with a grin. - Prepare for defeat, boy! - Shazz! The water utility has always won! And now we will make you one at a time, - Oleg returned his smile. - This is because you pass off as your dischargers, everyone knows this. - Nothing like this! - Well, since you have nothing at all, maybe you don’t know. And where will you participate? - In the swim and in the relay. Maybe they'll take it somewhere else. - Yeah, tug of war! You have just the right set! - Katya could not resist the hairpin, referring to his thinness and not very powerful physique. Oleg shrugged calmly. - Normal build. Many people like it, - and looked meaningfully at Yasya. They sat for a while and went to their rooms. Oleg was also settled in the "Petrel", with which he, it seems, was not very pleased. Maxim hesitated in the corridor. - Are you going to the lake tomorrow? Can I come with you? “Are you sure you want to get up this early?” Breakfast at nine; To be in time, I'll set the alarm for seven. Sleep better! - Will this Oleg go with you? - No, he's a sleepyhead. "Then, if you don't mind, I'll still keep you company." Suddenly there really are snakes or something else ... - Yeah, I'll fall into the lake. Well, since you wrote that you are ready to save me, then answer for the market! - Will you follow me? I'm afraid not to hear the alarm, it's quiet on my phone... - Good! Till tomorrow! Maxim did not immediately go into his room and heard her call. "Yes, I'm at my place; yes, alone, of course, but with whom else? Well, what kind of nonsense are you talking about, go to sleep, I won't wake you up tomorrow ... no, I won't come in and I won't, get up yourself!" He realized that Oleg was calling - with a check. That's the nasty guy! Rights are still shaking ... And where did he come from on his head ?? The morning was from the category of "just a song": sunny, calm, it beckoned to climb out the window and run away to nature. Yasya acted in more detail: a quick contrast shower, strong coffee from her own reserves, fortunately a cooler with boiling water in the corridor. I wonder if Maxim is already up? She rinsed her mug, brewed coffee for the second time - already for him - and softly knocked on the room opposite. Silence. She knocked again, then again, louder - and only then did a shaggy, unawakened creature in some hastily pulled jeans appear on the threshold, diligently holding on to the jamb. - Mm... Is that you? - Oh, go to sleep then... Yasya tried to step back, but he already grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the room. - Sorry, I still don't understand anything... Coffee? - You. - Oh thanks! Maxim flopped heavily on the crumpled bed and sucked on the mug. After a minute, his gaze became more meaningful. - S-sorry. Something I'm a little heavy on the rise today ... Yasya diligently looked at her feet. - No wonder. You've been working hard all week, you're tired, you could have slept off at least today, and not be a hero. Maybe you can lie down for another hour? - Never! Everything, I'm fine, now let's go! He handed her her mug - and suddenly pulled it to him with a jerk, rubbed his nose against the hair on top of her head. - You are my savior, thank you... Yasya froze. Treacherous goosebumps immediately ran up her back and arms. A bare male chest rose raggedly under his cheek, his nostrils tickled with the pleasant smell of his body, mixed with the faint aroma of a tart perfume. Feeling that a little more - and her legs would completely weaken, Yasya fussed, trying to get free, but Maxim, although he held her with one hand, held her tightly. And he continued to rub against her hair, sighing briefly, which only added goosebumps. She doesn't like it at all! That is, on the contrary, I like it too much ... and this is wrong. Quite wrong... Yasya contrived and pushed him hard in the chest, at the same time snatching out her mug, and jumped back to the door. Maxim's gaze was somehow defocused... but at the same time, he looked like if she had dared, she would now jump on this arrogant blue-eyed... panting... disheveled... And what the hell is some kind of lake there! - Yasya ... A hoarse low voice ... Wow, a provocateur! She flew out into the corridor like a bullet, slammed the door to her room and, just in case, locked herself with a key. With a trembling hand, she put the mug on the bedside table, looked in the mirror - an oil painting, a disheveled girl with red cheeks and crazy eyes. That's what brought it early in the morning! Yasya resolutely put on her sneakers, threw on a windbreaker, slung her bag with a camera over her shoulder and climbed out the window like a partisan, quietly closing the sash behind her. She doesn’t need such Maxim on a tête-à-tête walk! Dangerous for her maiden honor. .. Me too, "friend"! Returning about an hour later, Yasya saw Maxim from afar. He was sitting on the nearest bench from the entrance, and, it seems, was guarding her. Damn! She automatically turned onto the lawn and circled the building in a wide arc, intending to enter her room just as she had left. Climbing, of course, will be more difficult than getting off, and the people have already woken up, they may see and not understand - but she categorically did not want to meet with Maxim now. And then they will be among the crowd all day, and the adrenaline of sports will drive out the memory of this strange incident. The girl looked around - no one. She quietly pushed open the window, threw down the camera, and, jumping up, caught hold of the window sill with both hands. Now just pull up - and it's in the bag! - Gotcha. She froze in this uncomfortable position, feeling strong male palms under the pulled up jacket. Damn, his eyesight turned out to be good, I noticed ... Which is better - to jerk up and try to throw off your hands or kick and give a tear to the entrance? Maxim did not let her think, he simply tore it off the window sill and, turning it towards him, put it on the ground. Yasya diligently looked to the side. - I scared you again... Apologies accepted? Without waiting for an answer, he took her by the hand and led her to a bench behind spreading bushes. Although others can see it, it won't be heard... - Are you very angry? This, of course, is not an excuse, but I didn’t think very well from sleep. - Confused me with someone? Yasya muttered. - Not really. It's just that I had such a dream ... well, a man's ... - he obviously hesitated. - And here you are. All such ... - What? Normal. - Beautiful. Warm. And you smell delicious. I wanted to stand and sniff ... I'm talking nonsense, right? - Oh, Maxim, and what do you want me to say to this? "Apology accepted, forget it!" Something like this? - If only that were enough! You were really scared, right? I knocked, knocked, and you ran away through the window, alone. She didn’t want to see me at all ... - he paused. - How did you walk? Did the snakes meet? Will you show pictures later? "I'll show you," Yasha sighed. - Okay, what can you do with you ... Let's go already, it's time for breakfast. She got up and, without looking back, went to the entrance; Maxim followed her. And-di-ot ... Yasya decided that the sooner she forgets this episode, the faster their mutual awkwardness will pass, and tried to behave in a normal manner. She reminded him not to forget a change of clothes, a towel and slippers for the pool, and on the way to Burevestnik, she enthusiastically took pictures of flowers and cats she met, since there were plenty of them. Oleg smoked nervously in front of the canteen door. - Well, where were you? ? - Walked. - Why didn't you pick up the phone? - I forgot my phone. - Well, you give! I'm already exhausted! - Stop it, Oleg! - waved the girl. What are you, my mom? Let's go eat already, otherwise we won't have time ... Seryoga and Katerina have been in place for a long time. Latecomers had to have breakfast at a pace: twenty minutes later a bus left for Zvyozdny, the third boarding house owned by Vodokanal. It was there that there were sports grounds and a large modern swimming pool, where competitions usually took place. Whoever does not have time will go on foot, and this is at least forty minutes! Then everything turned around and around. Oleg was forced to go to his “team”, but when he was not busy, he invariably hung around with Yasya. After the official speeches and parting words, the long-distance race started first, and the volleyball match started in parallel. Yasya went to cheer for Katerina - before the start of the women's relay, where she was announced. Therefore, she did not have time to see who won as a result - she ran first. And she came first too! True, at the next stages, the water utility girls still overtook them, but oh well. Oleg participated in the men's relay race; Yasya knew that this clumsy-looking guy had a very nimble personality. And from their company at the last stage, unexpectedly for many, Maxim ran. To do this, he changed into a T-shirt and short football shorts and thus provided himself with a bunch of enthusiastic fans. From Vodokanal in the first place... Maksim ran just fine, and, despite a noticeable lag in the previous stages, he was able to bring his team forward! Hooray-hooray!! After the race, joyful girls (both their own and others') flew at him, and Oleg approached Yasya - for a well-deserved praise. True, the tete-a-tete was quickly interrupted by the vigilant Katya and Seryoga, who were gradually grazing a competitor. Sophisticated jokes rained down on poor Oleg, but he stoically endured until they called him and took him to table tennis. It was here that Maxim was able to escape from the fans. True, he was soon offered to participate in the tug-of-war, all the others immediately promised to ardently cheer for him. At first they pulled one on one. Both teams came out with real "hogs"; after a grueling struggle, Vodokanal pulled out the victory. Then there were five against five. Yasya was involuntarily glad that Oleg had not yet returned from tennis: as a component of "I stand like a glove", he would be very useful to his own. Maxim took a place somewhere in the middle and, together with everyone, tried his best. Even from such a distance, they could see how sharply the veins on his arms were marked. He wouldn't have overstrained himself, stubborn... For some time the peasants sniffed intently, resting on the ground, and then Maxim shouted: "Come on!" The partners unanimously pulled the rope, so abruptly that the rivals did not even all stand on their feet. It was a win!! Yasya screamed with joy along with everyone and impulsively rushed to her. - Well done! The men smiled with relief, and Maxim looked so happy that Yasya, without hesitation, literally jumped on his neck. He instantly picked her up, spun her around, and then threw her high, so that the girl involuntarily squealed. - Oh, drop it! - I won't drop it! I'm done? - Yes! You are just smart! - It's nice to hear... Maxim finally put her on the ground, but immediately grabbed her hand. He whispered: "You will be my shield, otherwise they will tear you into souvenirs ..." Yasya agreed - where to go? And then she came under fire from hostile female eyes. Some still approached, congratulated and pestered with conversations, the rest, in the distance, clearly "sorted out the bones" of her person. Maxim thanked and answered in monosyllables; soon Katya and Seryoga pushed their way to them, who took over part of the female audience, starting to make eyes at everyone indiscriminately. Completed ... A young woman with a bright red lush hair jumped up to him and literally grabbed a bulldog grip. Seryoga rolled his eyes and tried to give a fuck, but it didn’t work out: the girl stubbornly dragged him somewhere to the side, actively gesticulating and not embarrassed by the numerous spectators. Does he need help there? Katya giggled maliciously and said that this Lyudochka was also a "cannibal", he met her at past friendly competitions and immediately started a stormy romance. Stormy, but, as usual, short-lived. Lyudochka did not reconcile herself and got him for a few more months, even somehow set her brothers on him, our Seryozhenka walked for a week with such lanterns ... Then she seemed to fall behind. He had already forgotten about her, otherwise he would not have gone. And she - and did not forget, and found, and, it seems, stole. Seryozhenka, by the way, did not seem to resist so much ... Although Lyudka will be older than him, she will be beautiful and uninhibited - many girls will be envious. It looks like they have a "second series" coming up... In general, they decided not to disturb Mr. Samoilov and went to dinner without him. But, of course, with Oleg. After lunch there were "water" competitions. Yasya and Katya participated in the women's relay, Oleg and Maxim - in the men's relay. Actually, instead of the latter, the regular Mishka Ivanov was going to sail, but he suddenly refused, citing not very good health. Katya suggested in a whisper that he probably just didn’t want to quarrel with the director, who, in order to consolidate his popularity, was going to parade in swimming trunks. Why not a version? First, as usual, the women swam. Already by the figures of her rivals, Yasya suspected they were almost professionals and thought that their own team would have a hard time. But is this a reason to try half your strength? Do not wait! Katya, Marina, Anna Petrovna (that's still a torpedo, by the way) and, finally, Yaroslav. The backlog of their team, at first almost critical, by the fourth stage noticeably decreased, but Yasya also got her rival - a real swimmer. Her arms are like her legs, and her legs are a song in general ... Against her background, Yasya looked like a uniform suffocation. But she entered the water just as professionally, accelerated, quickly reached the other end of the pool, turned around, swam back ... Through the deafening beat of her heart, a distinct “Yasya, come on!!” Erupted into her ears, and she flashed the thought that it was Maxim. Not Oleg. Why?.. She touched the wall with her hand and breathed rhythmically into the water, regaining her breath. Are your ears blocked, or are the audience reacting too quietly to the end of the relay? Yasya raised her misted glasses to her forehead and got out of the water to her girls. - What happened? - The judges scratch their turnips, who won, - Marina chuckled. - There is no video replay here, so they decide. It looks like you touched at the same time. “Ah, all the same, they will award these cows ...” Katya muttered. Then the chief referee and part-time local coach took the microphone and, brushing aside his colleagues, announced: - Let's assume that friendship has won! Girls, you are all great! The people approvingly clapped, whistled, congratulations rained down. They ceremoniously shook hands with their former rivals and immediately dispersed, but satisfied fans approached them, and the men vied with each other to photograph "beautiful girls in swimsuits." And even more willing - with them. Okay, let them rejoice... Oleg did not get into the crowd of "enemies", but Maxim and Sergei, who had come from nowhere, without fear of getting wet, hugged the heroines in turn. That was nice and flattering. Maxim soon ran away to change clothes for the men's swim, but for now, those who wished to jump from the tower, including Yasya, along with the girls. The men came out to watch in towels over their bathing suits, and they were sick so desperately that by the end these towels, at least once, fell off everyone. Maxim, as expected, was drop dead in swimming trunks, and swam his stage decently, but another friend let us down great - and as a result they blew it. Dissatisfied people got out ... And then they were actively encouraged by girls in bathing suits. So active that one couple even somersaulted into the pool - with a squeak-squeal, to the stormy rzhach of the others. The mood is up again! The people fell out of the pool onto the open "special field", where the team of judges announced the results of the first and main day of the competition. Tomorrow was supposed to be only "fun starts" such as sack jumps and other funny competitions, and a football match. And in the afternoon - already home, the way is long, and even in traffic jams ... According to the results of the competitions held (as always), Vodokanal was in the lead, but for the first time in four years - with the smallest margin. If the “firms” beat them tomorrow in football, there will be just a draw, and this has never happened before. Not otherwise, all thanks to the wonderful and irresistible Mr. Vilensky Maxim Valerievich! With such a young sports director, the rest of the team is doing their best! ("As if we hadn't tried before..." Katya grumbled). Maxim had no choice but to climb out into the middle and once again scatter in praise of the organizers; he denied his own merits, saying that he admires his talented and friendly team, and he simply bows before her beautiful half, who has already won more than one victory. However, their rivals are also great, blah blah blah ... In the bus that drove them back to their rooms, they were still joking and laughing, recalling the recent episodes of the competition, but no one wanted to actively spend time before dinner - they were too tired. Therefore, they dispersed through the rooms until the "ceremonial dinner with a cultural program", or, in short, a joint drinking. Sleeping or just lying around for a couple of hours is what the doctor ordered. Yasya, too, overcame the desire to wander along the lake again and fell on the bed with pleasure, telling her friends not to call, she would suddenly fall asleep. I didn’t fall asleep, of course, but it was nice to just lie around. But she was still disturbed - not by a call, but by a soft knock on the door. Yasia got up with a sigh and went barefoot to open it. In the corridor, a pretty blonde from the water utility, dressed in a mini-dress, was standing and, clapping her heavily made-up eyes, asked if she happened to have an iron. - No. You ask the hostess sister, they said that she has. - Ah, someone has already taken it from her, but I need it so much! - the girl mourned. - Well, okay, I'll ask again ... Closing the door, Yasya noticed that she was knocking on the room opposite - to Maxim. Well, he doesn't even have an iron! Although ... Suddenly he cannot live without him, how does she know? She generally knows little about him, unfortunately ... The slamming of the door in the corridor announced that the girl - with or without an iron - had left. About ten minutes later, Yasa knocked again. This time, another girl asked for a screwdriver. What's wrong with her, I wonder? Yasya advised me to go to the men's rooms, for example, to that one opposite (and what, there are more chances than for an iron, and in any case Maxim does not sleep, he has not had time since that time ...) She thanked and enthusiastically took advantage of the advice. Yasya again settled herself comfortably on the bed, but less than five minutes later, there was another knock on her door. Damn, what an epidemic! On the threshold stood a very young girl in micro shorts and a short top. - Excuse me, can you tell me where the number of Maxim Valeryevich is? And then it came to Yasi! How naive she is - after all, for sure, the first two girls came for the same. Iron ... scream! Today he made a real sensation: both handsome and an athlete, and in such a position, well, just a prince on a white horse ... So the girls flocked like flies to honey. The main thing is to get into the room, and then according to the situation! Yasya mentally laughed at her incompetence and, after hesitating, nevertheless pointed to the door opposite. - True, two more girls just came to him ... But maybe they have already left. - Two? One such dyed blonde, and the second cropped and with a nose piercing? - Like yes. - Svetka and Olka! Bitches, they'll be the first to crawl through everywhere ... - the girl hissed and, turning around, persistently pounded on Maxim's door. Yasya hurriedly closed hers and, reproaching herself for her curiosity, did not return to the bed, but leaned over to the wide keyhole. Survived, "Barbara" ... - Well, who else is there?? - Maxim barked in his hearts, appearing on the threshold, and the unexpected guest even jumped back, almost turning on her heels. - What do you want - salt, bread, matches?! Can I get some rest now, huh?! - Y-yes, sorry... The girl rushed back down the corridor, and Maxim closed the door with a roar. - These Karmazins have gone completely nuts! .. "I wonder who we are then?" - Yasya giggled, walking away. - If the general's surname is Grebyonkin ... It sounds worse, but funnier ... wall, and involuntarily began to think about Maxim. Poor man, cruel women get him, they climb with all sorts of indecent proposals ... And then, by the way, why does he send everyone? Girls are one better than the other. And he just has a need, if this morning "reason" of his is true. And whoever would lie about such a thing would rather just keep silent ... He is still strange, this Maxim. Sometimes completely incomprehensible, closed, aloof - not a person, but a humanoid from a neighboring galaxy. And then suddenly such a frank, simple, "one on the board" guy, cheerful, caring ... close. Frighteningly close... What is he really like? At this rhetorical question there was a knock on the door - again! Yasya was honestly going to "pretend to be a rag" and not open it, but the door was impudently opened by themselves. The girl watched with round eyes as the subject of her recent thoughts seeped into the room almost on tiptoe and resolutely headed straight for her. - Maxim, what are you talking about... - Shh! He plopped down on the carpet in front of the bed and made puppy dog ​​eyes. - Yasenka, sunshine, don't kick me out, good girl! Pity the cripple! - What else cripple? - Moral! You have no idea what kind of circus I had now ... - Yes, I can imagine, I can imagine ... Your girls first burst at me with their irons, only the latter could not think of anything and asked directly. - Yeah, and you're glad to betray me, right? I would say you don't know. Or that I'm not. - Well, forgive me, stupid, did not guess! - You're not stupid... But now, if someone else leans in, they'll break off. I'll stay with you for now, okay? And hung paper on the door. - "Do not disturb"? “Do you think she hasn’t been there before?” I made it smarter: "Maxim went to his girlfriend in Burevestnik, when it will be - it is not known. And don't make noise - the neighbors are complaining!" Here! - Oh, joker ... Okay, turn around, but don't sit on the floor, sit in an armchair, turn on the TV if you want. - Come on, let's just chat. - Come on, what about? - Well, at least ... about Oleg. He performed well. Also a spacer? - No, what are you! Olezhka in his early youth was such a daredevil, all broken. Not everything has grown together well, and even asthma, but he is still ... Damn, here I am, a talker, a tongue without bones! - upset Yasya. - You just asked, and I'm ready to blather everything. In fact, he is a great fellow, very stubborn, even stubborn. Always get up and move forward. I have a lot of respect for him... - Who would say that about me, - Maxim smiled wryly. So you've known him for a long time? - For a long time. We had such a company in high school - do not spill water. Two girls and three boys. We were friends after school. Only Polina got married now, gave birth almost immediately - she has no time for anyone now. And Pavel already went to the USA to work, he thinks to gain a foothold there. It's a pity ... but he's a smart guy, for him this is the best option so far. We often communicate on Skype, he tells such interesting things ... And I haven’t seen Oleg for a long time. Well, it happened... It was even strange to see each other here. And they might not have called me, and they didn’t want to take him, a new one. But he said that for some reason he really wanted to go, and if Oleg wants something, he will achieve it sooner or later. "Sooner or later..." Maxim repeated thoughtfully. - To some extent, I know this too. But that's good or bad ... After all, when you go to the intended goal, often you simply do not have time to look around, at those who are nearby; you're afraid of not being in time and you can't stop even for a minute, listen to yourself, ask - do I really need it? After all, while you are running, life is also running ... by. You may not notice it until it's too late. You will achieve something - and then what? - Further - another goal, - firmly answered Yasya. - It's not that bad. Going with the flow all the time and realizing it is also not very fun. A strong character is in our time something that simply helps to survive. Sometimes I would like to be more persistent, tougher, to be able to insist on my own, and not adapt to the circumstances, assuring myself that it’s better for me. Well, you know a typical example... - I do not agree that flexibility and patience are always a minus. This is what I miss sometimes. There are features that are typically feminine and typically masculine, and, in my opinion, it is good when they dominate in a person of the corresponding sex, and not vice versa. Personally, I am very impressed with softness, femininity, let's say, non-sterism in girls. But this does not mean that I like amoebas, which will forever look into their mouths and do what they say, regardless of their own opinion. Such people are simply uninteresting. Just like those who want to stupidly command, regardless of others. I am for a compromise, balanced, deliberate, for respect, and not for stupid attempts to always prove who is more important, who owes whom more. With friends, with relatives, I have already seen enough ... - Yeah. Sometimes you just wonder why people have been living together for so many years, suffering themselves and torturing each other, instead of trying to start over, trying not to repeat past mistakes. I understand that it is difficult, scary... But sometimes you still need to overpower yourself - and then, perhaps, life will give you something truly worthwhile. Perhaps... Or perhaps not. But then you will at least respect yourself for at least trying. Maxim, who was still sitting on the floor in front of the bed, cautiously touched the girl's palm. - Did it happen to you too? - How? - Have you ever had to start over? I don't know why, but for some reason I think so. Yasya looked somewhere over his head, not noticing that he never let go of her hand. Holds, quietly, almost weightlessly stroking, warming ... - You would make a good psychologist, Maxim. You're right - almost... I'm still trying. Unfortunately... I'm just trying... She paused, looking somewhere into space, then abruptly shook her head, as if freeing herself from some kind of burden, glanced at the clock - and abruptly jumped off the bed. - Oh, and I chatted with you, and only half an hour is left before our super event! Everyone, let's go! I still need to get dressed and all that. And do not be afraid - all your fans are doing the same thing, "preparing for battle." So you try to sit down with the authorities there, they are quite frankly ashamed to climb. Probably... - Let's see. I want to see you, but the main Karmazins, I feel, they will rake me in. So reluctant to talk about work and politics! Well, I'll try to get them drunk quickly and dump you ... - It will be interesting to see it! When Maxim broke into the room opposite for the second time, Yasya was already ready. Long sleeveless dress of deep green color, on top - another, golden, gossamer shawl. Loose hair is only a little collected at the temples, from jewelry - one wide "oriental" bracelet. Yasya decided to add greenish shiny shadows to the mascara so that her eyes would not be “lost”, but she didn’t paint her lips - she would still “eat” at dinner. Maxim, in informal jeans and a white shirt, with a leather jacket thrown over his arm, looked at her so carefully that Yasya jokingly offered to give money for watching. - I would give it, but you won’t take it anyway ... You are beautiful, very much. - Okay, you ... And I already thought you look like that, because my mascara crumbled or something like that. To be honest, I don't like makeup. - And you are fine without makeup. But I actually look, because once again I'm trying to figure out what kind of eyes you have: blue, gray or green. Under different lighting conditions, it looks like this, and this way... But now it's definitely green, right? - Nope. Gray-green, depends on both lighting and clothing. There would be a gray cape now - and the eyes would be gray, and so - like green. In short, it doesn't matter ... Now I'll just put on my shoes - and let's run! - These ones? Listen, you can't! Where did you buy them - at the doll store? - In the usual! Laughing, right? - I'm just freaking out ... What size are you? - Thirty fourth. So what? Yes, I'm small, and I often shop in the children's department, but that doesn't mean that all sorts of Styopa's uncles can point their fingers at me and laugh! - I don't laugh! I'm sorry. It's just that I myself have a forty-six, and compared to you, I'm just an elephant. Terrible, how to live on?! - As before - the nose to the clouds, the tail with a carrot! Yasha chuckled. - Come on, you're my elephant! Maxim wanted to say something, but changed his mind at the last moment. On the street, he unceremoniously took her hand, so tightly that it was inconvenient to break free ... and, it seems, pointless. Oncoming figs knows what they might think ... Yes, and let them think, the head is not only given for food! By the way, it would be nice to eat too... At the dining room, as last time, Oleg was on duty. He sarcastically said that “their chief officer had just asked your respected pan ataman and insistently demanded” to himself. ”Maxim nodded and, promising to join them later, entered the dining room first. Now it looked more like a high-quality banquet hall - beautifully set tables, forced by food and alcohol; bossy, long, in the farthest corner, away from "mere mortals". Oleg said that he had brazenly decided to join the company of rivals, and Seryoga and Katerina had already put up with him. Yasya was only glad. The banquet lasted two hours It began with solemn speeches, and ended predictably - with a general booze, thanks to the generous Vodokanal ... In the breaks between dishes, the people entertained the local amateur group, which, by the way, was very decent. spoons and bottles, then showed a couple of funny scenes.In the end, a guest DJ showed up and called everyone who could still stand on their feet e club building - for dancing. Surprisingly, the oldest responded first. They demanded to put something harder and so annealed that the youth sincerely envied. Then they all jumped together, shaking a plentiful dinner, danced round dances and arranged a rocking "train" in order, and, finally, the leader announced a waltz. Oleg looked inquiringly at Yasya, but she just shook her head. Something, but Oleg absolutely did not know how to dance, and it is difficult to move normally with such a difference in height. Seryoga immediately took advantage of this. His Lyudmila was invited by some big boss, and he longed for revenge in the style of "who will do whom." And did! Unlike the "old paunch" he moved easily and confidently, and Yasino's long dress looked much more appropriate than Lyudochkino's super-mini. The red-haired beauty “revenged” even more effectively, dancing a sultry tango with a man unknown to Seryoga, so much so that everyone applauded in unison. Wounded, Sergei resolutely took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves... and started a drop dead break. One of the guys tried to dance it, but shamefully collapsed ... In general, this time the disco was fun and quite peaceful. The people now and then ran to the dining room - to wet their throats, and in one of these walkers Yasya finally saw Maxim. He still continued to sit at the boss's table - but at the moment he did not suffer from this at all, flirting with might and main with a dazzling blonde in a red mini. Yasya stood for a minute, finishing her juice, and surreptitiously watched him, smiling, tell something; the girl was clearly ready to crawl onto his knees, but so far she was holding back. It won't last long... Yasa felt sad. What exactly did she expect? Maxim already behaves very decently and dignifiedly, does not throw himself at everyone, like Seryoga (well, why would he, they themselves will come running ...) He chose a girl for himself by status, probably also some kind of "boss" or just a daughter boss, and extremely effective. You won't be ashamed with her... Stop. Stop beating yourself up. Perhaps it's time to dump and go to bed, after all, the time is the beginning of the first. The people will still be bobbing for half the night, but there is no one at the Belaya Dacha, silence ... She returned to her friends and said that she was leaving. Seryoga, Katya and the rest just didn’t twist a finger at their temples - where in such an early time ?? And Oleg said that he would go with her, see her off and also go to bed early. Tomorrow we get up at nine! On the way, Oleg suggested not to go straight to the boarding house, but to take a short walk along the lake. Yasya thought about it and agreed. The night is not warm in St. Petersburg, plus they put a jacket on her peremptorily, but it’s still impossible to fall asleep immediately after such an active “rest” ... They were slowly walking along the path when Yasha’s phone rattled in her purse. A text message from Maxim, it's strange ... "I allegedly went to the toilet, I'm looking for you, save me urgently! Here one doesn't give me a pass, smear me, huh? "Keep him off ... well, well. That's why he was sitting all "dissatisfied" before that ... And he also wants to drag her in so that this girl will arrange some trick for her tomorrow. Oleg and I went for a walk and are already far away. I wish you good luck, the girl is beautiful! "I thought - and turned off the phone. I was already tired of thinking about him ... Oleg, apparently, felt this and tried with redoubled energy to distract from extraneous thoughts, telling something funny, remembering their school life ... They really went quite far from the boarding house, and then sat down right on the shore. Yasya took off her shoes and with pleasure plunged her tired feet into the cold water. Well ... Throwing back her head, she began to look at the sky, trying to remember at least some constellation, in addition to "ladle" - and suddenly she felt Oleg's hands on her shoulders. Maxim pulled out literally "with meat", barely avoiding an ugly scandal. Dasha turned out to be that other leech. If at first he still tried to portray a "polite boy", remembering whose niece she was, then later Dashenka was used to her absolute irresistibility and therefore did not allow even the slightest doubt that the tempting "firmach" would immediately fall at her feet. so much so that he starts making not too vague hints about tonight. She wouldn't have refused... It's strange, but as a result, she had to make hints herself. And then completely openly report what she wants from him - since Mr. Vilensky is such a brake. Dasha even decided on direct physical contact on the very edge of decency (and spit on the audience), but this ... impotent, there is no other word for it, peeled off her and just ran away! From her! The girl was so amazed and offended that in the first second she almost ran after him, but then she limited herself to two bottles of cognac. She smashed one against the wall, and drank the second with some uncle's deputy. Late in the morning, his contented, bald muzzle snored sweetly on a nearby pillow... And poor Dasha finally lost her nerve. The deputy, while waking up, almost lost an eye and a pair of teeth and acquired a black eye that was not at all respectable for his age in the floor of his face, and the girl herself had to give a sedative injection, her uncle allowed ... Maxim himself was the end of this "epopee" worried in the last turn. At that moment, when the doctors and colleagues tried to calm down "Daria Vasilievna", he was already on his way to St. Petersburg. Yasya did not answer, she just turned off the phone. And she did the right thing, probably - if she saw him with this leech. He would be angry in such a situation. But then - he, and Yasya, quite possibly, does not even think of being jealous, does not feel offended and abandoned, but joyfully walks with this skinny bastard. "Friend"... Keep your pocket wider! He looks at her like a child at a candy... No matter how he "walked" her to some remote place, and... Damn! Maxim pulled on his jacket as he walked and, without saying goodbye to anyone else, hurriedly headed towards the lake. It will pass along the coast, the road is a good one, so there is a big chance to meet them. And then what, by the way? Get in third? Naturally! And spit on some exaggerated decency. Nefig his girlfriend to hang around at night with all sorts of ... Except him. Oleg appeared in front of him unexpectedly. He walked towards him - quickly, angrily kicking bumps, one of them almost crashed into Maxim's leg. - Where is Yasha? - Oh, it's you, goat! - barked Oleg. There was undisguised rage in his voice. - It's all because of you, rich bitch! If it weren't for you... Maxim didn't wait for new insults - he just hit the enemy in the face with a flourish. Oleg staggered, but resisted and tried to answer, showering him with curses. It turned out only partially: Maxim missed a sliding blow on the shoulder, but at the same time almost twisted his opponent's jaw. He preferred to spit in his direction and get out; Maxim did not go, but already ran further along the path. What did that bastard do to her?! Somewhere ahead, on the very shore, loud voices and laughter were heard - did the people decide to go freshen up from the water canal party? It was not enough for a lonely girl to stumble upon a company of drunken men! Maxim increased his pace and soon jumped out onto a vast sandy patch, on which four men were embracing bottles. Exactly, from Karmazinov's! He looked for Yasya with his eyes, did not see it, and ran on. One of the men was obviously going to swim and tried to knock out his buddies, but they only laughed at the "fucked up" comrade. Although the nights are white, it’s still not very bright, you can’t find the shore later, not to mention the fact that the water is getting colder ... Even with alcohol! Maxim had already sufficiently moved away from the company, when frightened cries were heard behind. Did this idiot really climb into the water? He wanted to spit and not pay attention - he had something more important to do - but from behind they suddenly yelled so that Maxim could not stand it. Turned around and rushed back. Yasya, huddled into a ball, was sitting almost by the water's edge, shivering from the cold in her shawl, but she had no intention of returning to the pension yet. She looked at the dark still water in some kind of prostration and completely went into her sad thoughts. How she longed to turn back time, even a little, and not agree so recklessly to this walk! Then he and Oleg would have remained friends. Although - it is very possible that today would have happened anyway, only later. Oleg said that he was already tired of being silent. Be silent and wait. He gave her a whole abyss of time - almost two years, not counting one more when he did not even stutter about his feelings. He knew that this would only push her away forever. But then... Still, nothing has changed. How much is possible? After all, he is not iron, and she, since she did not go to the monastery and did not go to the ends of the world, must understand that sooner or later they will meet! And he will get his answer. Only positive, he will not accept another anyway. But she didn't give up. Friends, only friends again... how he hates that word! Why? What's stopping her this time? Yasya herself understood that it was her fault. There was no need to explain anything. But this notorious honesty of hers, this time completely inappropriate ... She said that she liked the other person. It was not difficult for Oleg to understand who. And then he - the one who knew her from childhood, knew a lot about her - contemptuously said that he was not a competitor to such money, and asked how much Maxim bought her for. Like this. Yasa could only somehow pull off his jacket and ask him to leave. At first he did not want to, he said something else ... but for some reason she did not hear anything else. Here, it turns out, what the expression "stun" means: you just fall out of the environment for a few seconds - or minutes, completely. Then Yasya nevertheless came to her senses and slowly wandered on. Thank God, Oleg lagged behind. She reached a patch of sand near the water and climbed under the thick aerial roots of an old pine tucked in at the edge. Now they reliably hid her from the company of drunken men, obviously boarding houses. They bickered and laughed merrily, drank and laughed again... I wonder how long they're going to hang around here? Otherwise, you can completely die like that ... After some time, the girl was so cold that she decided to take a chance and try to slip behind her friends. It won't be that hard, especially since her dress is dark and her shoes are comfortable. Just then, the men were going to swim, which only suits her ... Stop, what kind of swim? Drunk, in the May St. Petersburg water... Are they completely idiots?? Yasya hesitantly straightened up, hiding behind the roots and watching how one of the men, the largest (and drunk?), with the air of a winner, swaying, enters the water. - Palych, come out, fool, you'll freeze nafig! Come here, we still have a lot left! - Yes, you're cool, in short! Let's go! - Go yourself! - Palych, laughing, dived, snorted and made several wide strokes from the shore. - Weaklings! Then he suddenly coughed, choked on water, already stupidly waved his hands ... - Hhaa ... Aaa! - Drowning! - Cretin ... Palych ... Swim, you! shouted the frightened friends. They ran knee-deep into the water, but did not dare to go further. - Palych, where are you? A ragged wheeze sounded a little closer to the shore, but there was still no bottom there. Again convulsively threw up his hands ... went under the water ... no, his head appeared ... - Palych, your mother, row !! Palych tried... But he couldn't swim. Yasha's heart sank painfully. - Freaks, he will drown! The men looked dumbfounded at the girl in a long dress who had come from nowhere, who jumped ashore and got rid of this dress in no time. She threw her shoes on the sand and quickly flew into the water. - Stop! Fool, you'll drown yourself!! Even from the shore, Yasya tried to determine more precisely where she had seen the drowning man for the last time. A small circle around this place - it's gone! I dived, the bottom is not so far away. Convulsively, she fumbled with her hands around her ... empty. I surfaced, took a breath of air, dived again ... I found it !! She grabbed, it seems, by the hair - it's good that he still had them, tried to pick it up. Broke. I found it again, grabbed it again, pulled it... Pulled it out. Head above the water, with one hand to somehow row, the other to hold ... - Aa! Palych woke up before she reached the shore, or at least the bottom. He twitched, reflexively coughing up water, and suddenly grabbed it with a death grip - so that he instantly dragged them both under water. He hung on his shoulders, preventing him from rowing, convulsively began to work with his legs, touching her, drowning - just to be on the surface himself. Yasya tried in vain to push him away... The last thought was that their swimming coach was right when she said that if the person being rescued quickly came to his senses, he should be hit again properly... A bright flash cut through the darkness before his eyes, and then many things happened at the same time: it suddenly became very cold, it hurt, she was mercilessly shaken like a pear, until a terrible pain in her ears and an uncontrollable cough. It's still cold... wet... it's unclear... Where is she, what's wrong with her? - Yasya, Yasenka, can you hear me? Well, say something... Yasya! She somehow focused on the face of the speaker - so close, vaguely familiar ... It's dark, but for some reason it seems that she still knows him ... - Yasya, I'm Maxim, remember me? Tell! - Maksim? - frozen lips do not obey well, teeth begin to knock out a fraction. - Dda, I remember you... What happened? - Everything is fine, now everything is fine ... Now let's go warm up, be patient, honey ... He quickly pulled a dress, a shawl over her, wrapped it in his jacket on top, found the abandoned shoes and bag and jerked the girl up in his arms. - I ssamma... - Shchazz! Shut up, come on, heroine ... And you, too, drag your jerk to warm up! Maxim shouted to someone. - But remember, tomorrow I will tell about everything. The goats almost killed my girl... The goats "bleated" something out of order, but he no longer listened to them, dragging his prey to the boarding house with quick steps. The night administrator was rather surprised when, instead of the next tipsy guests, a sober, but absolutely wet guy and a girl passed by her. More precisely, he carried it in his arms, trying to pull the keys out of his pocket as he went. He pulled out and even opened the door to the room, holding the girl with one hand. Well, it's so small, no wonder ... I wonder if they were swimming or accidentally fell into the water? They didn't drown, and thank God! And then every time there are such hunters, so that it was empty for them, then they put everyone on their ears ... Maxim immediately dragged Yasya into the bathroom. He turned on the hot shower, not listening to languid objections, took off his soaked dress and shoes and stuffed him into the stall. - Well, you won't fall off, or should I stand guard? - I won't fall down, thank you, Maxim! Oh, okay... - Don't close, I'll be back soon, okay? - Okay... Yasya spent a long time under hot water. When, wrapped in a towel, she went into the room, Maxim was already sitting there. In dry clothes, also obviously from the shower, he slowly drank the scalding tea; the second same mug stood nearby. - Everything is fine? Let's drink soon! But first, take a sip of this. Mandatory! Yasya glanced doomedly at the small bottle of cognac. He must have bought it at the 24-hour bar. Oh, okay, as a medicine, you will have to poison yourself with this muck! Maxim generously splashed into a glass of juice and handed it to her, he also drank. But much less. In her indignant look, he answered that he was drinking out of politeness in general, and he didn’t need it anyway, it wasn’t him who was cold. Wow, it turns out that there are men who not only do not look for a "reason", but, on the contrary, excuse themselves from a completely legal one! Having finished her tea, Yasya realized that she was irresistibly drawn to sleep, and told Maxim that he could go. He left, only taking a promise from her that she would not lock herself. You never know she will feel bad at night, let him call him, and then it will not be necessary to break the door! Yasya languidly promised, found a clean T-shirt and sweatpants in her bag, and fell asleep. Broke off right away. She woke up because she was extremely hot. She opened her eyes - light. And - surprise! Maxim is sleeping next to her. That is why it is so warm, although it seems that only recently she was literally shaking from the cold. In any case, she has much more clothes now than she had when she went to bed. On top of her T-shirt - a long men's sweater, two socks on her feet, two blankets too ... and even Maxim warms. Hot as an oven, heavy - he put his hand on it in a dream. The dark bangs were disheveled and almost closed their eyes, the breath is so calm... and delicious. And in general, he smells awesome ... I wonder when he came? Yasya caught herself smiling. He doesn't get angry, he doesn't get indignant... As if that's the way it should be, as if it's right. It was he who saved her yesterday, when the idiot Palych almost drowned her out of fright. If it weren’t for Maxim, she wouldn’t be lying in a warm bed now, but lying somewhere at the bottom, in icy water among some snags ... brr ... The girl felt that she was starting to freeze again, and wrapped herself more tightly in blankets . Slightly hesitated - and moved closer to Maxim. And what - so warmer, but he still sleeps. Oh, not anymore... - Good morning, beauty! he murmured, smiling. He blew his bangs out of his eyes and hugged him over the blanket in a businesslike way. He reached up to his face and gently touched his lips to his forehead. - No temperature. How are you feeling, sunshine? - Well... it seems... Thank you Maxim. If it wasn't for you... - Shh! No need. And if not for you, one fat goat would already be feeding the fish with might and main. So you are our heroine. My little, brave heroine... For some reason, Yasha felt hot again from his look. He's so close... It's so weird... and great. - And you are my blue-eyed angel... Maxim closed his eyes for a moment, and then resolutely moved even closer and touched her cheek with his lips. To the temple. To the cheekbone. Again to the cheek. Lips were warm and soft. So pleasant... Burning breath on her lips - and a gentle kiss, even careful, not to frighten away... A friendly convulsive sigh, and Yasya herself closed her eyes; protruding one hand from the blanket, with pleasure she launched it into her disheveled dark hair. The kiss turned from gentle to hot, her body seemed to melt, arching towards him, demanding more ... Maxim with great difficulty broke away from the girl's lips. Having suddenly become so obedient, supple... He'll go crazy now... But it's too early, too early... prr. .. - Sorry. I got carried away. Maxim again touched her forehead - he seemed to become hotter. - Me too, thank you. They lay still, enjoying the closeness, then Maxim sighed with regret and stood up. "Breakfast in ten minutes." Let's go to? - Yeah. - I'll come for you! He left; Yasya got up next, sadly leaving the heated place. Slightly swaying from the weakness that had rolled in, she dragged herself to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and giggled nervously. That's really a "beauty" ... Pale, with obvious circles under her eyes, she did not dry her wet hair yesterday, and now they resemble one big tangle. But on the other hand, the lips are bright, swollen, and the eyes shine. That's a "mermaid", the right word ... She quickly combed her hair, taking her hair in a ponytail, sprinkled water on her face, and did not paint at all. Shivering, she pulled off Maxim's sweater and put on a sweatshirt over a T-shirt. Look like that's it. While walking to the dining room - about three minutes, Yasya began to shiver again. It's strange, there is Maxim in one T-shirt, and nothing. The hall was almost empty - the people were still massively dozing after yesterday's. Yasya shoved half a portion of porridge and hot tea into herself, the rest was sickening to even look at. - What are you? Maxim was worried. It's okay, I just don't want to. And it hurts a little to swallow... - Did you catch a cold? He put his hand on her forehead. - Hot. - Yes, on the contrary, I feel a bit cold... - Damn, I'll kill this Palych! he grimaced. - You sit for now, I'll run to the medical center, find out if there is even a duty officer there. - Don't... - Sit, I said! Maxim showed her his fist and quickly left. It was a matter of five minutes to put the staff on duty on the ears, and soon he was already dragging the disgruntled girl to be treated. They listened to her, looked at her throat, diagnosed the possible onset of a sore throat (Yasya, unfortunately, was prone to it, so she was not particularly surprised) and strongly advised today not to participate in anything, but to lie down and rest. They handed him an antipyretic and, just in case, antibiotics, and handed him over to Maxim. Back to the room, Yasya dragged herself with difficulty - it seems that the temperature really began to rise. She climbed into her cocoon of blankets again and shook for a long time, unable to warm herself. Maxim made her put on his sweater again, made sure that the phone was at hand, and left. At eleven the football match started and he was going to play. Yasya dozed off... She woke up from the cautious touch of cool lips to her burning forehead. Maksim. - How did you play? I don't know yet, but it looks like we'll win. - You didn't go? How much time? - Half past eleven. Can you get up? - I can, but I don't want to... - Yasya coughed and wiped away her involuntarily tears. - I'm fine here. - Well, lie down for now, only then I will collect your things myself. - Maxim pulled her sports bag out of the closet and, to the amazement of the girl, began to stuff her clothes into it, raking out from the shelves. - Sorry, but the taxi will arrive in ten minutes, we must have time to pack. When you get better, you'll take everything apart and wash it, but that's later. Now let's hurry up. - But... What taxi? - The usual, before Peter. I'll take you home, and tomorrow so that you don't think of showing up for work. You don't have to go to the doctor, I'll draw you a sick leave for a week ... or two, if that's not enough. Understood? Yasya touched her buzzing head. - I don't know... I'm not sure... - But I'm sure. - Wait... Are you saying that you will go too? But you can't! - And who said it? Max looked at her mockingly. - After all, I could not escape at all, so I have a "deputy" here, I have already explained everything to him, he can handle it. And about Palych, this goat, he tipped off, it turned out to be some kind of big bump, by the way ... He paid off the money for a taxi, so don't worry. So, well, everything seems to have collected, I'm sorry that everything is lumpy, time. Get up, you don't have to change. The car will drive straight to the door. Maxim ran to throw his and her bags into the honking taxi, instantly signed the papers for eviction from the administrator and dragged the weak girl to the car. He put his jacket and T-shirt in the back seat as a pillow and forced her to lie down, covering her with a sweater on top. I sat in front. - If it becomes bad or seasick - speak at once! Please. Agreed? Yasya closed her eyes in agreement. They reached St. Petersburg quickly, at least, so it seemed to Yasa. She dozed all the way, sometimes trying to undress and greedily swallowing the water served by Maxim, then again she began to shiver from the cold. She even took pity on the taxi driver - he gave her his jacket to cover himself. - We've arrived. - Already? Yasya blinked sleepily, and Maxim had already arranged for the driver to wait for him, hang her bag on her shoulder, and carefully pull her out of the car. - The fifth floor without an elevator... A mockery! Yasya staggered from weakness and crawled like a turtle; after two flights he got tired of it. - Hold on and try not to cling to the railing with your feet. According to the law of meanness, they met a familiar granny from the fourth floor - and she looked after them with curiosity for a long time. Oh, I don't care... Maxim rang the doorbell, at the same time gently putting the girl on her feet. It was not enough to scare her parents from the threshold! Mom, however, was already so alarmed, but also surprised. Maxim briefly introduced himself as a colleague, said that yesterday their daughter had heroically saved a drowning man, but she herself caught a little cold, repeated the order to score at work and bowed out. Yasya somehow washed herself and immediately collapsed into bed. How good it is at home ... Three days later she felt much better. I had to start drinking antibiotics - where could I go without them, and the nasty weakness was still felt, but, thank God, the temperature was basically normal. All this time, Maxim called her several times. once a day, Katya, Seryoga and other team members also checked in. Everyone was curious to know the details of her "feat", the rumor about which was already in full swing around Vodokanal and the "surroundings". They said that Mr. Morozov - the same Palych - had already received a stick from Himself, and they were even going to write about her in the local newspaper. You certainly don't need such happiness... Yasya, wrapping herself in her favorite shawl, was lying on the sofa and lazily reading a book when the doorbell rang. Probably a neighbor ... - Daughter, this is ... mm ... to you. Yasya raised her head in surprise and saw Maxim standing in the doorway. In his "working" business suit and favorite blue shirt, he looked outrageously handsome. She had already begun to forget about it ... Maxim held a large bouquet of daisies in his hands. Of course, it’s too early for garden ones, it’s still too early for ordinary ones, but it’s not so easy to get these, too, if she doesn’t know! - This is for you. Tatyana Georgievna, put it in the water? And here's another bag of fruit. - Oh, don't... - It's necessary. Vitamin ce promotes recovery, even a burdock like me knows this. He sideways squeezed into the room and sat down on the chair offered by the hostess. He paused. - You look pretty good. But still so pale. Are you being treated? - Yes. Are you afraid of getting infected? - Nope. It's not a virus. And even if the virus ... We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I brazenly decided to drop in for a minute, check how you are. "But it's still working time right now, isn't it?" - Ah, I had a meeting in Smolny, who knows when it ended there ... I'll sit for a while and go. "Thank you," Yasha smiled. - I am very glad to see you. - And I. Then my mother brought flowers and washed fruits into the room. - Even cherries... Are you crazy?? - No. But close to it. He waited for her mother to leave, and briskly plopped down on the sofa next to the girl. He put his hand to his forehead, apparently, he was pleased ... And suddenly he hugged her tightly with both hands, pressed her head to his chest and began to kiss her hair softly. - I was bored... Yasya felt her "temperature rising" again. What is this bastard doing to her? But it would be foolish to break out and swing the rights. And wrong. And, most importantly, I didn’t want to at all ... He gently stroked her back, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Yasya answered... - Will you drink tea? Mom asked diplomatically from behind the door, and they childishly shuffled to different ends of the sofa. And involuntarily laughed. - No thanks! I got to go soon! But first ... - he conspiratorially lowered his voice and took out a beautiful oblong box from his pocket. - Here. It would be possible to present it in front of the whole team, but the dogs will envy. .. - What is this? - Don't be afraid, open it. This is your well-deserved commendation for a heroic deed. On behalf of the management to his brave worker. Yasya finally finished packing and stared dumbfounded at the beautiful little watch on a narrow dark strap. Gilded, gracefully decorated with tiny blue stones on the dial ... Beauty! - Like? - Oh... yes... But why... - Then. I saw that yours from the water completely died, so here's a replacement for you. Promise what you will wear. - I will ... Yasya raised her eyes to him, and Maxim suddenly noticed tears in them. - What are you? Yas, is something wrong? - It's all right... Thank you... She wiped her eyes, obviously trying to calm down, and with unsteady hands took the watch out of the box. - So, let me put it on for you. Maxim resolutely selected the watch and deftly fastened the patent leather strap. - Oh, it suits you. - Thank you. - Thank you, sunshine... He kissed her in turn on both wet cheeks and stood up. - It's time to run. Get well and eat fruit, do not suck! - Necessarily! Happily! He waved and left. Mom closed the door behind him and, no longer hiding her curiosity, rushed into the room. - Oh, Yaska, what a boy! I almost fainted myself... Where did you get such a thing?! And, like at work ... I didn’t really see him last time. Handsome! And such a polite, and caring ... Oh, and what do you have? Yasya demonstrated a new watch, and mom again fell into a slump. - Docha, do you even know how much they cost?? - No, but what? Well, this is not a personal gift, but from a company... - Yeah, about fifty thousand that way... Do you work for millionaires? - Mom, what are "fifty"? This is ... - Gold, and the stones are sapphires, albeit small, - she typed, reading the attached passport. - And the manufacturer is very famous. Diamond glass, shock and water resistance, even a crocodile leather strap... Well, you still don't believe it? Yasya widened her eyes and returned her drooping jaw with her hand. - Uh... Has he completely collapsed from the oak tree?? Tatyana Georgievna giggled indulgently. - And, in my opinion, the oak has nothing to do with it. Think for yourself. And do not try to return, offended. Look, he even picked up the stones to match the color of his eyes - his own, so that she looked and did not forget. Clever boy! Yasya closed her eyes and nearly slid off the couch. Then she grabbed the phone - to express to this insolent everything that she thinks about him. But the "boy" really turned out to be smart - he threw off and sent a message with apologies, like he was very busy, he would call back in the evening. In the evening he sent a text message just before going to bed, saying, don't be angry, sunshine, good night. By this time, Yasya had long since cooled down... and resigned herself. How symbolic it all turned out! For three years she wore that watch - her favorite, infinitely expensive, as the last gift that Dimka managed to give her. She always shook so much over them, but then, on the lake, for some reason she completely forgot. It would be better if she swam in shoes ... The clock could not stand such mockery and stopped. No one has undertaken to fix them... And now - the end of one "epoch" seemed to mark the beginning of a new one. The blue-eyed impudent man seemed to feel what he had to do in order to quickly make her forget about the past. She then told him that she was only trying to start all over again - and she herself did not notice that she had already succeeded. For better or worse, the page has already been turned. Scary... And exciting.

Optina monk Trofim (in the world Leonid Ivanovich Tatarnikov) was born in the village of Dagan, Tulunsky district, Irkutsk region. According to the church calendar, his birthday fell on January 22, and according to the civil calendar, on February 4, 1954, the feast day of the holy Apostle Timothy.

His great-grandfather on the maternal side, Kuzma Zakharovich, a deeply religious person, once served in Moscow at the court of His Imperial Majesty, now the illustrious martyr Nicholas II. After the events of 17 years, fleeing hunger and persecution by the Soviet regime. He was forced to leave with his family, first to Belarus, and then to Siberia.

In the village of Dagan, where the future Optina monk Trofim was born, there were only a few houses. His parents, Ivan Nikolaevich and Nina Andreevna Tatarnikovs, lived in one of them. Surrounded by a dense pine forest, the houses looked like skete cells of hermits. It was here that the childhood years of monk Trofim passed, who later often recalled his distant native land, praying with all his heart for fellow villagers close to his heart.

Even from the womb of the mother, the enemy of the salvation of the human race began a war against the God-chosen baby. And it happened in the following way.

After marriage, twenty-year-old Nina began to live in her husband's family. The mother-in-law, as taught by the enemy, disliked her and tried in every possible way to annoy her by entrusting the young daughter-in-law with all the most difficult household chores. Being already inactive, Nina worked from early morning until late at night, doing hard work even for strong men, while hearing only swear words and undeserved reproaches. From constant overwork, the poor woman soon reached despair. More and more often, obsessive thoughts began to visit her that only by laying hands on herself would she get rid of the hard overwork and fierce mother-in-law.

Oh, how treacherously the deceiver-devil enters the soul! Trying to catch the soul of a woman who carried the future martyr of Christ in her womb, he presented the situation as hopeless and tried to convince Nina that only by leaving this visible world would she be freed from the troubles that had piled up and achieve peace. She did not understand that it is impossible for an immortal soul to find peace before it stops murmuring and surrenders itself to the will of a merciful God. I didn’t know that nothing in life is accidental, and the sorrows that come upon us are allowed only for our own benefit, and in everything that happens to us there is a divine Providence of God. God cares about us so much that without His holy will, not even a hair from our head will be lost (Compare: Luke 2, 18). Not realizing that a terrible, endless torment awaits a soul that has arbitrarily taken its own life, the young woman was already ready to fulfill her plan. But the merciful Lord averted the trouble and put in her heart the desire to pray. Nina pleaded fervently and tearfully: “Lord, what have I started? What a sin! Forgive me and strengthen me in patience. And the enemy was put to shame: the demonic thoughts receded, and the soul of the expectant mother found blessed peace.

Shortly after the birth of her son, Ivan Tatarnikov was called up for military service, and Nina moved with her child to her mother, where she lived until her husband returned. A newborn baby brought a lot of trouble to his loved ones. He wept incessantly. But when the baby was christened, then, to the surprise of everyone, the boy immediately stopped crying. In holy baptism he was named Leonidas, in honor of the martyr Leonidas, who had once suffered in Corinth.

Lenechka grew up cheerful and smart. Sometimes, along with other boys, he was mischievous, indulging in carefree childish pranks, but his father severely punished him for this.

The Tatarnikovs had five children: three sons and two daughters. Parents from childhood taught them to work, so that everyone had their own feasible duties: who carried water, who cleaned manure in the barn, who chopped firewood, who washed the floors. In a word, there was no time to be bored. Lena, as the oldest, always got more work, but he tried to quickly manage his affairs and hurried to help his younger brothers and sisters. Especially often he helped the smallest - Lenochka. Mom once noticed this and said to him:

- Son, let Lena do her own work. And then she will grow up lazy, who then will marry her, lazy?

Lenya looked at his mother with his bright little eyes and said ingenuously:

“Don't worry, Mommy. You look how good and beautiful we have. Someone will definitely take it.

Nina Andreevna smiled, affectionately hugged her son and stroked his blond head.

During the summer holidays, Lenya spent whole days tending the village cows. Although the salary was not large, it was still some help for a large family. The shepherd was very strict and often scolded the young shepherd, but he was not at all offended. Once the chairman of the collective farm met Nina Andreevna and said to her:

- What is it, Andreevna, that you gave your Lenka to be torn to pieces? Today I drove past a pasture. I hear the shepherd scolding him, so loudly that he even had to intercede.

The worried mother hurried to the pasture. When she left the village, the herd was already returning from the field. And behind, riding a horse, rode, cheerfully singing her son.

- Son, - says Nina Andreevna, - let's go home. You don't need to herd cows anymore. Let's live somehow.

- And why? asks Lenya.

- Yes, people say that the shepherd offends you greatly.

- No, - Lenka stood up fervently for the offender, - he is very good! - And he began to beg his mother to let him not leave work.

- Well, as you know, son, do it, - Nina Andreevna answered, - you are already big with me.

And Lenya continued to graze the cows until autumn. So even in childhood he showed patience, did not condemn the offender and covered his infirmities with love.

In the autumn, the Tatarnikovs with the whole family went to the forest for mushrooms and berries, which they then handed over to the general store, and with the proceeds they bought everything the children needed for school. Often Lenya asked his mother to buy him some interesting book. He loved to read, although he spent whole days in his work and only nighttime was left for books. Mom was angry with him for that.

“What is the use of these books,” she said simply, “they contain nothing but dreams. Better rest, son, sleep. And then there is a lot of work tomorrow.

“Mom, I’m not tired,” Lenya answered cheerfully, “can I read a little more?” If you knew how interesting!

Growing up, Lenya increasingly began to think about the meaning of human life. He did not deny the existence of God, but he did not yet have real faith in Him. Yes, this is understandable: after all, true faith is born only when a sincere prayer to God appears in the soul. Then a person no longer needs any proofs and facts, because the soul knows experimentally and the heart feels the nearness of the Almighty God, pouring out His mercy on those who love Him and fulfill His commandments. And then a person begins to live and do everything for the sake of Christ. Thus, he who turns his gaze to the sun no longer needs proof of the existence of this mighty luminary, because the radiated light and heat themselves testify to the existence of the sun.

A similar thing happened in due time with the soul of Leonidas, who, having seen Christ in her heart, could no longer doubt. For, dwelling in the rays of Divine light, she was warmed by the warmth of His indescribable love and found indescribable grace in the Holy Spirit. But we will talk about how this happened a little later. Let us only mention that not immediately, but only having come at the age of perfection, the future martyr found true faith in God.

On the way to truth

After graduating from school, his parents sent Leonid to a railway school, where he received the profession of a locomotive driver. The inquisitive young man liked to travel and, having successfully graduated from college, he happily began to work in his specialty.

“The railroad going into the distance,” he recalled, already being a monk, “reminded of the transience of our earthly life. “We need to turn on the brakes near the temple more often and confess our sins,” he wrote to his relatives, “the world is going to ruin and we must have time to repent…”

But in those years, Lenya still did not know that there was repentance in the world. The temptations of the world beckoned him from all sides, but failed to captivate him. Perhaps, through the prayers of his deeply believing grandmother Maria, or perhaps for some other reason unknown to us, the invisible Providence of God kept the future monk in simplicity and gentleness of heart.

“Once Lenya sat down to have breakfast,” Nina Andreevna recalled, “I looked, and he had several fresh cuts on his face.

"Son, what's wrong with you?"

— What about me? he wondered.

- Where is your blood coming from?

“Ah, blood,” Lenya was embarrassed, and with an important look of an adult man he said: “Yes, it’s me, mom, I shaved.

I laughed then, and then, when I noticed that no matter how he starts shaving, he will definitely cut himself, I thought: the Lord does not want to see my son shave his beard: in Rus', men have not shaved their beards for centuries.

Leni had many friends. Always resourceful and cheerful, he was everyone's favorite. Not a single family celebration in the village was complete without his participation. But, despite the seeming carelessness, Lenya stood out among his peers with some special inner seriousness. His deep thoughtful eyes looked, it seemed, somewhere into eternity.

In the spring of 1972, Leonid was drafted into the army. He served in the Chita region, in the tank troops. At the end of his service life, he returned home and got a job in the Sakhalin fishery.

The trawler, on which he sailed, returned to his native port only six months later. Sailing in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk, he stopped at foreign ports, where Lenya bought many gifts for his family. It used to happen that he would return home joyful, with a suitcase in his hand, and a large bag over his shoulders. He will hug and kiss everyone and say:

- Well, now sort out the gifts! - and lay out the entire contents of the bag in the middle of the room. And there - what just is not there: toys, and good-quality clothes, and shoes. Children will fly in with noise and begin to sort out gifts. And Lenya stands on the sidelines and rejoices, looking at them. He gave beautiful handkerchiefs to his mother, one better than the other, and gifts to brothers and sisters were according to their desire. He finds out in advance who wants what, and next time he will definitely bring it. And the rest of the money, every penny, she will give to her mother.

Once Nina Andreevna told him:

“Son, why did you bring gifts for everyone, but didn’t leave anything for yourself?”

“And I, Mom, don’t need anything,” he answered smiling, “for me, the best gift is your joy.”

Having a decent income, Lenya was not addicted to money or things.

Sincerely caring about his relatives, he did not worry at all about his own well-being and bought only the most necessary things for himself. And sometimes, seeing someone's need, he gave, without hesitation, even the last.

Somehow Lenya brought himself a leather jacket, looked a bit like it in it, and when someone asked her to vilify, he gave it, and then completely gave it away. Nina Andreevna, seeing that her son walks without a jacket, asks:

- Son, where did you put your jacket? What are you going to wear now?

"Don't worry, mother," Leonid replied calmly, "I'll manage without her." She is needed there. Here, God willing, I will earn money and buy another one.

“Covetousness weighs down the heart with sorrow, but mercy gladdens the soul. Whoever tastes this sweetness will never want to be stingy and will be ready to give everything he has, ”Lenya once said, being already a monk. - For it is better to be naked than without the grace of God. She's so heart warming."

Leonid went swimming for five years. He spent his days working, and in the evenings he went out on deck and looked at the mysterious sea surface for a long time, admiring its indescribable beauty. “What an amazing and mysterious world is hidden under the thickness of bluish-green water!” thought Lenya, still not realizing that awareness of the greatness of creation leads to knowledge of the Creator. However, it is incomprehensible to a person in its entirety - only faith in God, who so wisely arranged such magnificence, can reveal this secret.

The marvelous beauty of the sea landscape prompted Lenya to take up artistic photography. He even began to collaborate in a local newspaper as a photojournalist.

His interests were varied: Lenya collected a library of rare books, read a lot; capable and hardworking, he never got bored - he studied at the yacht club, danced in a folk ensemble, but these hobbies created some kind of vain whirlpool in the soul of the future monk, introducing incomprehensible confusion and inner unrest. And in no way could he find the peace of his heart, which he had been looking for for a long time, not yet knowing that without having Christ in himself, it is impossible to find the desired peace.

For just as a fish that has landed on land struggles and cannot rest until it is thrown back into the water, so the soul of a person cannot find peace and goodness of heart without firm faith and hope in the Lord. After all, the peace of the soul is a spiritual fruit, born from love for God and neighbor.

Somehow, while thinking about earthly life, Lenya suddenly clearly understood that the most important thing for a person is to learn to truly love people, because true love does not seek its own benefit, but is always sacrificial and wants to be useful in everything not to itself, but to its neighbor. to his own.

Thinking about his future life, he now wanted to arrange it in such a way as to bring as much benefit to people as possible. He thought: “What if I become a shoemaker? After all, everyone needs shoes. Maybe by making good and comfortable shoes and boots, I can bring joy to people.”

Leonid began to learn shoemaking and soon got a job in a repair shop. Distinguished by special zeal and diligence, he quickly became an excellent master.

His first work was warm boots for his beloved mother. The boots turned out to be wonderfully elegant, beautiful and durable.

Soon the inhabitants of the village reached out to the new master, because he always made shoes to the conscience, he was friendly and affable. In addition, he never set a price - how much they would give. And sometimes, seeing that the customer is a poor person, he did not take payment at all. At first everything was fine: Leonid was respected at work. He never refused to help his neighbor, and if one of his colleagues asked him to do something, he immediately quit his job and hurried to help. But soon the insidious enemy, who hates good deeds, began to intrigue the industrious master and sowed envy in the hearts of co-workers: they did not like that people turned to master Tatarnikov more often than to them. And one day they said to him:

“Come on, brother, get away from us in a good way.” What, you want to deprive us of earnings? Why do you repair shoes so well? Don’t you understand that you need to do it in such a way that the customer will contact us again after a while, otherwise we will be left without work!

Leonid, of course, could not do as they suggested, because it was not fair, but he did not argue with them and left the shoe shop.

Soon he got a job as a cattleman on the farm, on the night shift. “I will take care of the cows,” thought Lenya, “there is a benefit here, and there will be no temptation for people.” He worked, as always, conscientiously, with diligence. The milkmaids praised Leonid, and they reprimanded the negligent cattlemen of other shifts:

- Our Leni's cows are always clean, because he watches them, and you sleep all night and once again are too lazy to even go look.

Then the cattlemen turned to Leonid:

- You know, brother, you give it, do not stick out. Be like everyone else. And then we, you understand, how many years we have been working here, and you came - a week without a year - and you are already rushing to the forefront!

The future monk was forced to leave this work as well. He could not do it badly, and to continue to work with diligence meant to embitter his successors even more.

After some time, Leonid got a job in the fire department. “I will save people from the fire,” he rejoiced, “there will be no trouble here.” But the fire department was not without temptations. There they began to laugh at his sincere desire to run to the aid of everyone in need.

“The fireman is sleeping - the country is getting richer,” the employees joked about him, “you better lie down, sleep, and everything will pass.”

Leonid patiently endured ridicule. The habit of not blaming anyone for what happened protected him from the sin of judging his neighbors and taught him to keep his conscience clean. He felt in his heart that conscience was given to us to condemn our own actions, but by no means those of others. And although at that time Lenya did not yet know the true Orthodox faith, but conscience, this voice of God, gradually led the beloved chosen one of Christ to eternal glory, led him out of the dungeon of the godless world in order to show him the great Wisdom of God in the matter of saving human souls, in order to enlighten him heart with love and truth.

After some time, he nevertheless decided to leave the fire department. The chief even came home, persuaded, called back, but Lenya did not go: he had a ripe desire to go to Altai, to Biysk, where his uncle lived.

In Biysk, a new stage in his life began. At first, he often visited his uncle and his family, and then he began to visit them less and less often. Uncle was perplexed. But what was his surprise when one Sunday, having come with his family to serve in the city Cathedral, he suddenly saw Leonid there, dressed in a surplice and helping the priest. It turned out that Lenya settled in the village of Shubenka, not far from Biysk, got a job there, and on Sundays and holidays he came to the Cathedral for services. The priest noticed Leonid and blessed him to serve at the altar.

The new sexton easily performed his duties. He reverently accepted the smoking censer from the priest, like a banner-bearer he went out with a candle, burning with love for the luminous Jesus Christ. And, gradually uniting with the Unapproachable Light, he himself subsequently became a lamp of life in Christ.

He experienced by experience that virtue is not difficult, but pleasant and sweet, and the commandments of Christ are not burdensome for those who always sincerely and heartily love and give thanks to the Lord for everything.

There was a temple in Shubenka, which was not used for its intended purpose. Many villagers asked to return it to the Orthodox Church, but the local authorities prevented this.

Leonid became one of the active participants in a difficult but just cause: he, along with other believers, went from house to house, collecting signatures, went to Biysk with a letter to the city authorities. God-opponents, hardened in evil, even threatened him and demanded to leave Shubenka, but he was not at all afraid of threats and continued to seek the opening of the temple. Unfortunately, despite all the efforts of believers, the local authorities did not return the temple.

- Nothing, - Leonid reassured them, - apparently, we need to be patient a little. Thank God for everything.

Once, having opened the Gospel, the future martyr read the words of Christ the Savior: In the world you will mourn: but dare, (like) I conquered the world (John 16, 33). As a child, he loved to read books about truth, courage and fidelity and was imbued with a desire for exploits. Now, reading the Holy Gospel, which illuminated his whole life and showed the way to salvation, Leonid began to understand that the truth is in love for God, and suffering for it is a feat and great joy.

Whoever endures temptations is crowned as a confessor before the Throne of Christ, and whoever grumbles in misfortunes, is indignant at the sorrow that has happened and becomes discouraged, he has fallen into delusion and has no hope. God needs our striving and desire for virtue, and everything else is in His power.

Lenya loved his mother, brothers and sisters very much, as well as all the people around him. All were family to him. With the elderly, the future monk was friendly and respectful. At the meeting, he bowed and carefully asked:

— How is your health?

And when he rode the bus, he tried not to take up a seat and almost always rode standing up.

“Sit down, Lenka, sit down,” they told him.

"Thank you, I'll stand," he replied. - Let people older than me sit down.

For children, Lenya was the best friend. He always used to tell something interesting, come up with some kind of cheerful harmless game, and if he saw that the weak were offended, he would definitely intercede.

Leonid somehow did not think about family life. When asked when he was going to get married, Lenya answered, smiling:

- But I’ll give my little sister in marriage, then I’ll think about myself.

His simple-heartedness and kindness attracted people to him. Lenya affectionately called all the girls he knew sisters. Some girls liked him, but the future monk somehow did not want to have any relationship with them other than friendly. Sometimes, talking simply, joking and telling interesting stories, he involuntarily attracted their attention, which caused the jealousy of other guys. They even tried to beat Lenya, but the Lord kept him, and after such clashes he remained safe and sound. Having great physical strength, he never fought, but only dodged the blows of those who attacked him and jokingly joked:

“Oh, you don’t know how to fight, so don’t interfere!”

And indeed, not a single abrasion, not a single bruise remained with him after such attacks.

No one is so beautiful in soul as a person who has a simple and gentle disposition. “How easy and calm we felt next to such an unsophisticated person,” the Optina monks later recalled, “Leonid’s meek smile and quiet voice, like a warm spring breeze, so touched the heart that there was a desire to listen to him endlessly.

Living in the world, Leonid at times could not refuse his neighbors even when it seemed to be worth doing. Once at work, a sports instructor approached him and said:

- Listen, friend, help me out. Tomorrow, in the area of ​​the boxing competition, one participant needs to be introduced, but unfortunately we do not have boxers. Could you participate?

Lena agreed.

- How not to help, - he reasoned, not thinking about the consequences, - it is necessary, it is necessary.

The night before, he jumped in the gym near the pear, knocked on it with his fists, and the next day he went to the competition. He came across a trained opponent, it seems, a candidate for master of sports in boxing, and Lena had a hard time. He came home all battered, but joyful.

“Although he didn’t win a victory,” he said, “but he helped out his comrades.

Some then laughed at his act, and many began to respect him for his courage.

Lenya did not condemn anyone, did not suspect or reproach anyone for anything, did not think badly of anyone, but trusted everyone in simplicity, without any doubt. But the Lord Himself rests in simple hearts. Haven't God chosen simple fishermen to preach? Didn't He hand over to them all the wisdom of the Divine teaching, so that, considering this, all people would be wise for good and simple for evil (Rom. 16, 19).

Leni's face lit up. With him, each person found peace, filled with grace-filled tenderness.

In Biysk, he began to keep a diary in which he wrote down the patristic teachings he liked. A special place was occupied in it by the theme of the Last Judgment and the passage of the soul through ordeals after death. Leonid was looking for the most important thing for himself that could save his soul. And I realized that the main thing in the matter of salvation is love and prayer. Be zealous for great gifts, says the Apostle, and I will show you an even more excellent way (1 Corinthians 12:31). And the true path is the love of God.

“Whoever loves the truth becomes a friend of God,” said the future monk. - Care must be taken to acquire a love for prayer, a sober mind, a cheerful thought, a clear conscience, constant abstinence, diligent fasting, unfeigned love, true purity, undefiled chastity, unflattering humility.*

One day in May 1990, Leonid and his friend went to the Biysk Cathedral in the evening for the All-Night Vigil of the feast of the Holy Trinity. Lenya was thoughtful and silent. Suddenly he saw something sparkling in the grass. The future martyr hurried to approach an unknown object and froze: it was an icon of the Most Holy Trinity of extraordinary beauty: three bright Angels in white robes, as if alive, looked at him. In awe, Leonid fell on his knees before the icon and exclaimed:

“Oh my God, is this really my death?!

What did these words mean? “Perhaps he saw in this an omen of his monastic path, or perhaps the Lord revealed to him the day of his martyrdom — that morning of April 18, 1993, and that last Easter bell, which transferred three murdered monks, three Angels who whitened their clothes to heavenly cloisters. Blood of the Lamb (Rev. 7:14).

One day, five-year-old Dima, returning from kindergarten, found a real fox terrier at home. "I found him on the street, he apparently got lost and will now live with us," said my mother.

But Dima, while everyone around was fussing over the "new acquisition", did not look happy and suggested ... let the dog go back to the street. The adults thought he was just scared.

Cheerful and cheerful dog quickly became everyone's favorite. But soon the parents noticed that at every opportunity, Dima tries to pull the fox terrier by the tail more painfully. It’s good that the dog endured everything, as if it understood that there was a small child in front of it! Instead of rejoicing at the appearance of a shaggy "living toy", the kid took the dog as a rival that takes away some of his parental love from him ...

Four-year-old Maxim was a docile and obedient child. But as soon as the parents invited guests to the house, the boy seemed to be replaced. Hearing the doorbell ring, he hung on himself all the weapons from the available toy "arsenal", began to aim at the guests and shout: "Bang-bang!" Parents tried to turn everything into a joke, tried to remove the "warrior" from the room or distract them with toys - it was useless. The "firing" lasted all evening, the boy practically did not give mom and dad the opportunity to communicate with friends and family. He did not want to share parental attention...

In both cases, the children experienced intense jealousy. At the same time, the external circumstances that brought her to life, the reactions of the children, their behavior were completely different. But the internal reasons are almost the same. After all, the roots of jealousy lie very deep.

Wish in any way attract attention says to himself that child serious internal problems. Perhaps he is experiencing a lack of communication and is not confident in himself: "Suddenly, dad and mom will get carried away by the guests (or the dog) so much that they forget about me? I need to be reminded that I exist!" If, despite your requests and even punishments, the child commits the same misconduct again and again (for example, screams, preventing adults from talking on the phone, stubbornly draws on wallpaper), this may indicate just such a model of behavior. With a "demonstrative" child, you need to talk a lot, strengthening his self-confidence, increasing self-esteem.

Often, babies lack physical contact with their parents, especially if they are rarely kissed and hugged, embarrassed in this way to show their love. As a result, the child feels abandoned and begins to seek attention by any means. Whatever the punishment, the kid at heart will be glad that he achieved his goal - his parents finally remembered him! Both physical punishment and a long, serious heart-to-heart talk will only reinforce the conclusions child: "bad" deeds are an excellent reason for parents to devote time to him.

What to do in such a situation? Not to abandon all the affairs and close the doors of the house tightly, in order to eventually raise a little egoist?

First of all, it is worth setting a certain schedule in the family. It is very good if you set aside specific hours for activities with the child. Then the kid will know for sure that, for example, on Saturday afternoon he will certainly draw with his mother, on Sunday morning he goes with his parents to a cafe, and in the evening he makes crafts with his father. This will give the baby a sense of the inviolability of the world around him ("Yes, dad is busy now, but I know that he loves me. Tonight we will finish the bird feeder together").

Remember, a demonstrative child believes that it is better to be punished than to be ignored.

Therefore, if you punish him, use the same method for this. Let the baby know that for bad behavior he will “just” be put in a corner or deprived of sweets, and the act itself will not cause much interest.

Conversely, whenever the baby does something well, do not skimp on praise ("What a wonderful drawing you made! How you helped dad!"). Praise the baby in a loud voice, looking into his eyes and smiling.

Do not forget to praise simply for good behavior ("Masha did well, she was not at all capricious today!").

If child you still have to scold, do it in an even and quiet voice. Over time, he will remember that the strongest emotional reaction from his parents is connected precisely with his good deeds. And in order to give vent to the desire to demonstrate oneself to others, it is best
suitable theater circle?
?. Then it will be directed in the right direction, and the guests will really have something to show!

Sunday story

And here is another case. On a Monday morning, my father's car keys and mother's notebook disappear without a trace. While the parents carried out a desperate search throughout the apartment, six-year-old Slavik calmly played in the corner. Finally, the missing things were found in his toy house, and the notebook was torn to shreds. Angry dad left for work, after hitting his little son with slaps, and mom sat down with the baby in the nursery and began a long and serious conversation:
"Why did you do that?"

To understand the current situation, we must try to find out what preceded it? It turns out that Slavik was looking forward to Sunday, so that, as promised, he would go out of town with his parents. But the car broke down, and dad spent the whole day fixing it. Mom was chatting with her friends on the phone at that time. Slavik decided that since no one pays attention to him, he himself will restore harmony and justice in the family. Then dad can’t go to the garage, and mom can’t call, and both will have time to play with him.

Before us is an example of destructive, that is, destructive, jealousy. Most often, it occurs if parents adhere to the harsh principles of education and use physical punishment. Destructive feeling is aimed at destroying the very cause of jealousy. At the same time, the child can be very aggressive - for example, spoil the thing that caused him envy, beat another kid who was praised in his presence. Often such children also show auto-aggression: in case of dissatisfaction with any situation, they begin to beat themselves, scratch, bite their lips.

Sometimes adults are completely confused, turning to them with requests like: "Mom, hit me, I'm bad!" If auto-aggression manifests itself unconsciously, the baby suddenly falls ill, and the disease will have a psychological background. take offense at child with destructive behavior is useless. He is just trying to correct the situation with his own methods and give vent to feelings, the names of which he does not yet know and cannot express. But they torture him. What to do?

Let u child there will be an opportunity to express emotions. Select, for example, a special "whipping pillow" that the baby can hit whenever he wants.

Tell your baby a story about "a boy I know" who suffered in a similar situation, and then realized that he was worried in vain. Check out our stories too. At the same time, the emphasis should be placed on that side of the situation that is beneficial for the child: "...then the boy realized that it's great to have a dog at home. After all, she can protect him like a real friend, it's so fun to play ball with her. All the kids I know have toy dogs, and Dima has a real one, and she loves".

Give your child paints and paper and invite them to draw a story that torments them. Throwing out their emotions in the drawings, the baby will feel relieved.

Love without borders

Jealousy is almost inevitable sign of emotional distress, but its cause is not outside, but inside a person. Therefore, it would be wise to decide not to be led by child and try to change his attitude to the situation. For example, the kid is unhappy that dad is leaving to fix the car. Well, take it with you to the garage and give small tasks. Is the baby angry that mom does not play with him, but cooks dinner? So it's worth attract him to cooking. Offended that parents often stroke and praise the cat?

Give him the task of pouring water into the cat's bowl, emphasizing how important this is, how much you trust him, and how grateful the cat will be to him. Do not make excuses to the child ("Sorry, I'm very busy right now"), do not take a humiliated position. It is better to calmly explain the situation, otherwise the baby will decide that you are really to blame. And most importantly - as often as possible and sincerely remind him of your love. Repeat that you will love him under any circumstances. This is the best prevention of jealousy.

It is important!

Some features in the behavior of the baby should be an alarm signal.
child worried about everything that can distract from him attention parents.
He does not tolerate separation, albeit a short one.
Does not tolerate criticism even in a delicate form.
He does not forgive himself for mistakes and failures.
Refuses to play if he is not sure of success.

The Earth is empty without you.
If you can, come soon...

Yasya was glad that she managed to sing such a good song, and only then the local telephone rang. Well, who cares, everyone is at dinner!

Laboratory.

May I hear Yaroslav Gordeev?

Yasya, this is Maxim.

Then the jaw still sharply rushed to the floor.

I want to apologize for yesterday. I didn't mean to offend you or make a joke, honestly. It happened…

Hmm, I see.

Are you angry at me?

Of course not, - Yasya with difficulty recovered from her surprise. - There was no need to worry, Maxim Valerievich.

Thank you very much, all the best, Maxim Valerievich!

She hastily slammed the receiver back on the phone and leaned out of the open window almost waist-deep.

Something they have too polite bosses ... This is not good!

After dinner, Katya, giggling, told the latest gossip: Yulia came into the dining room with the air of a conqueror, eclipsed all potential competitors and even received a favorable look from the general himself. She took the most correct "strategic" place and languidly sipped the juice in anticipation of the main victim. But she, that is, he, did not go and did not go, apparently, the poor fellow worked hard. Other men did not deprive her of attention, they all strove to sit down at her table, but were categorically stopped. Maxim Valeryevich deigned to jump in almost at the very end of dinner and, it seems, was not in a good mood: he threw food on a tray and, without looking around, sat down with the general. They immediately plunged into some kind of business conversation, and then disappeared together, while the "young" still stubbornly ignored those around him. Offended in the best feelings, Yulechka did not get a single (!) look! Wow, she was cursing in the elevator, poor Galina Petrovna's ears almost curled up into tubes ...

Despite her attitude to gossip, Yasya could not help but admit that she listened to this story with interest. Now the main thing is not to get caught by Yulia under a hot hand, since she is so much out of sorts. Giving up is not in her nature, and tomorrow Yulia will again go on the assault, moving from the waiting phase to active actions. Hold on, Comrade Director, and may the Force be with you!

Hello Lost!

Yasya smiled happily at the blond-haired guy in an informal leather jacket and, without objection, allowed him to take the backpack from him.

Wow, you have rocks in there! Or what did you get from work?

Of course, three kilograms of arsenic for some particularly arrogant individuals ... Yes, this is a fotik, I shot crocuses on the lawn. So, Seryozhechka, where have you been for two weeks?

Wow, tell you everything! - the guy winked and with the air of a conspirator beckoned her with his finger. - I’ll just say it in my ear, God forbid, someone from the authorities will hear ...

Until the very delivery, Seryoga colorfully painted how cool he was with his "gang" at the ski resort, once again buying a sick leave from a familiar therapist. Not for the first time already, so Yasya was not particularly worried about the "unavailability of the subscriber", unlike his impressionable boss. Seryoga worked in the client department, had an outstanding talent for “talking and swindling”, for which he was very much appreciated. A sociable, cheerful, cheerful guy was everyone's favorite and sometimes shamelessly used it. With the introverted Yasya, he met on the basis of photography and communicated quite closely, however, without crossing certain boundaries. He already had more than enough girls, but there weren’t enough “interesting people”, so Yasya felt calm and comfortable with him. What they thought about their “friendship” in the team, she roughly imagined, but Seryoga at the very beginning advised her to “spit in the faces of these envious purses and score!”, which she did as a result (more precisely, only the second).

They chatted so much that they completely forgot about the delivery and realized it only when its “sirloin” part was already vaguely looming somewhere beyond the intersection.

That's it, Yaska, it's fate! - giggling, said Seryoga. - Of course, you can stomp on the bus with a transfer, but this will be an act of undeniable defeat on your part. Do not fall in my eyes, my girl, I believe in you!

Come on, you and your Zhorik ...

That's how it always is! They don’t appreciate me and my brother, they don’t like us, they are afraid ... Although everyone knows that we are white and fluffy, especially me!

Yasya only grunted at this and patted his wild hair.

They love to love, but to trust ... Sorry, what is not there, that is not.

Ah well! - the guy pretended to be offended. - Then get into the car to some nice old man, that's who will take you home safe and sound (probably). Here, for example, is a business class Ford, blue and safe. Now I’ll tickle him a bit, the owner will pin him to the signaling, and here you are all so young and beautiful. You smile, you blush, you ask for a ride ... what's next on the list?

You can ask without any list. The "old man" won't mind.

Yasya gasped in surprise and turned sharply after Sergei. Blushed as planned!

Hello…

Oops, this is where I screwed up! Is it yours, Maxim Valerievich?

My. So, give me a ride, latecomers?

The chief, smiling mockingly, took out the keys from his pocket and made an inviting gesture.

Oh, such a moment, but no one sees! Seryoga wringed his hands. - Mill pardon, but I have no right to change my Zhorik, he will completely wither here at night without me ...

Ah, so that's who's handsome! - Maxim looked approvingly at a powerful black-and-yellow motorcycle parked nearby. - Rather, he will not wither, but will be offended and go to another ...