Gishpan grants devoted.

Why them? I do not understand myself ...

The Venetian gondolier, taking a sip from the waterskin of a slightly soured Venetian wine, bought by him, on the occasion of a friend of the Venetian shopkeeper, sang a popular Venetian song.

And at this time in another universe called “scoop” a young man named Alexey Kovalev rolled a young lady named Anyuta on a water bike in Kiev Hydropark. The weather was hot, the sun burned all life on asphalt squares and the few survivors rushed headlong here, to the water, to the cool ... To this, where the river trams shouted muffled songs with the voices of Leontyev and Pugacheva.

- Hypodynamia! - screamed alone.

- I do not trust you! - quite reasonably answered the other.

- I love you! - Alexey reported to neither the village nor the city

- I love you too! - Annuta answered without surprise, as if it was not the 18-year-old’s first declaration of love to me (as you probably already guessed) to her. No, her answer was not an indifferent reaction to standard and annoying confessions.

Just for the two days we spent walking, I think I jumped above my head. During this short time I managed to write a few verses to Anyuta, give her a bunch of flowers, please her mother, who, according to Anyuta herself, has never liked anyone, having repaired this very mother before the TV before her favorite TV show.

Since then, by the way, I continue to like everyone, almost without exception, moms, even my own. In addition, the beginning of summer in Kiev contributes to love, I tell you.

This is how we spin the pedals and kiss on the sly. Around the people - darkness. Grandma and Grandpa are scrambling to us on another bike and let's scold us: “And don't you feel ashamed, young people, kissing in a public place. People are around. ”“ Not a bit embarrassed, ”I say,“ why don't you kiss your cavalier? ”

Here the grandma will scream at the whole beach: "Shameless, boorish, debauchery !!!"

People from all over the beach gradually rush in our direction and begins to arrange a consultation grandmother. Some say that they are imputed, others are not.

“And as soon as such people are allowed to go,” says the aunt of the immense size, swaying like a buoy on the water, “Look at yourself,” the grandma shouts, “she's got the belly off ...” “Grandma, it's time for you,” the history of Ukraine is a pioneer, blowing bubbles (but for some reason he tied a pioneer tie to his forearm). Then Dad, who had been hiding behind his grandmother all this time, remembered, you see, the heroic 18th, rose to his full height and said a speech. He spoke beautifully, in detail and convincingly, nothing can be said. Nobody even interrupt. There is no more such as this grandfather. The old guard died down.

Everyone got from the faithful Leninist: both young people, and Gorbachev, and mores and morals ..., and Anyuta and I went down into the water, so as not to burn in the sun, and while everyone listened to ardent speeches, had sex, really hid behind a bicycle. We all finished almost at the same time: first, Annie, then me, and after two minutes - grandfather. So it should be, he's old. Where he was to catch us.

But, here's the bad luck, while we were making love - the pansy pansy floated away in an unknown direction, and somewhere, probably, they brought a lot of joy to some fetishist. We, on the bike, had only a huge towel with us, which Anyuta flatly refused to wet in the water and, in what was (yes practically nothing), climbed out of the water onto this bike itself. Grandmother and grandfather took this appearance as yet another attack on their side and immediately sailed to report to the police about the blatant fact of disturbing public order. I remind you - it was 1987 and it was possible to please for 15 days for such things, and a letter at the place of study ... Therefore, we quickly surrendered a water bike and rushed from Hydropark. The blessing of the heat has already begun to subside.

Meanwhile, the Venetian gondolier finished the last drop of Venetian wine and fell asleep under the splash of water, beating on the gondola and on the shore of the rotten capitalist world. And he and I dreamed about Anyuta, walking around Kiev, breathing in the evening air, kissing and rejoicing at things that were incomprehensible to him.