Some considered him an idiot. Some are crazy. All the rest did not care about him. Sometimes to himself he seemed disgusting. Fortunately, this did not happen often. Digging was not in his area of ​​interest. The student is relied on a completely different one, written in the rules of conduct, teaching aids and other waste paper, which for him in general seemed an annoying misunderstanding. Like everything else that had nothing to do with Her, attracting, scary, magical and beautiful, because of which any absurd woman with a wounded line of gestures and gaits, every silly woman with the hoarse bazaar intonations of a smoky baritone, every bitch, a clever girl, a “blue stocking” or a “sleeping beauty,” and even an unconscious girl with a naive glaze in her eyes, all of them turned into a secret behind seven seals. All of them possessed one invaluable and incomparable gift that brought them together and united them. This gift, invisible in everyday life, for idle gaze seemed to the Disciple a pearl of nature and was deadly - so it seemed to him - forbidden and deadly - especially for him - exciting. Of course, he knew that this was just an anatomical part of the body, performing several rather intimate functions, but in his thoughts entangled by a serpentine tangle, the female sexual organ had magical power, which he suspected, to a greater or lesser extent, to the entire male environment. But the spell of the vagina did not affect anyone in such a disastrous way as on him, on the Disciple.

Once he was told a joke about some unfortunate who was thinking only about Her. The joke did not seem ridiculous to him. He, too, thought only of Her, not daring even to himself, in a whisper, to utter the name commonly accepted by the people. He treated the female intimate organ with the thrill of idolatry, and any of his names, pronounced out loud — at least obscene, even fancifully fabulously Arab, even in Pushkin's poetic — seemed to him sacrilege. A new original name was required, but all attempts were broken on the inaccessible cliff of unambiguous words, and it was better than just “She” to invent anything.

She was different playful, hiding immediately under the skirt multicolor hems; despite the great number of hemlines, she remained in royal uniqueness. And this was one of her strange mysteries. Another mystery was her unceasing call, similar to how the sirens lured the Argonauts. How much the Pupil remembered herself, She always attracted him, and the farther, the stronger.

Recently, her call has become simply intolerable. The pupil thought about her and on a chilly morning, going to school torture, and during the day, with dull persistence, keep silent at the blackboard and skip past even the questions to which he knew the answers, and in the evening, when the textbooks turned into something like a rippled water surface, under a layer of which she guessed, anxiously calling and, at the same time, dangerous, like a sharp razor. At bedtime, the weightless sweet images of her circled over his head, he tried to immerse her in the color and light of his most optimistic dreams. Sometimes it worked. He fell asleep, with a frozen moan of delight on his lips. And anyway, in the morning I woke up in a cold sweat from the nightmarish feeling that a huge, shaggy and slimy body. She covered his whole body and was carnivorous trying to suck into her dark depth.

The most annoying thing was that all the Pupil's knowledge of Her came down to theory. Scientific books and schematic drawings, stylized illustrations and blurred porn photos with barely guessed contours did not so much satisfy the desire for knowledge as they inflamed.

Female representatives themselves, apart from their wonderful body, were of little interest to the Pupil. Classmates left him indifferent. He did not find anything remarkable in these, chattering, creatures, whose empty talk could simply drive him crazy. Most female teachers he fiercely hated for their commitment to the heartbreaking boredom of lessons, discipline and vile blue trousers, during the period of protracted frosts sometimes visible from under the dress, if their hostess was drawn to a highly suspended educational poster.

Quite differently, he referred to the most feminine flesh. All these seductive soft and elastic, cone-shaped and spherical structures of the bodies of their classmates were quickly enough studied by the Pupil using any kind of crush — there was no shortage of this at school. The best butts resemble rubber baby balls, the best breasts are Antonov apples, tasty even by touch, he decided to himself, and if he continued to stroke the girl’s buttocks with impunity, it was out of habit and instinctive hand activity. But She eluded touch.

In the quiet moments of the lesson, he could with a tenacious gaze catch a randomly opened strip of white panties from a fellow practitioner. The nature of the panties had nothing to do with the blue pants. The student immediately mentally tried to remove them from the girl. Fantasy, clinging to the white strip and grabbing the student, was carried away into a warm oasis of sexual arousal. He did not resist. Let the pleasure of this kind of fun be completely balanced by the inconvenience that a well-bred man naturally feels, struck in a public place by an unexpected erection. Let the vibrating penis beat in trousers, like a wounded cobra, chaining it to a chair and making it impossible to move, stand up by the order of a teacher, causing a chain of offensive misunderstandings to grow. Let school instructions fly to the hell with a black flock of shouts, twos, and diary entries. Let him think about what was hiding under the stretched white cloth of the panties was painful to the point of stupor, the refusal of the services of fantasy not only seemed inappropriate to him, the possibility of refusal simply did not exist.

Moreover, late in the evening on a bench at the far end of a deserted boulevard, fantasy without any restraint spurred its wild horses, and the white fabric of a classmate's panty no longer represented any obstacle - it was torn and dissolved, revealing an unimaginably wonderful world that he now ruled infinitely. Having breathed in a portion of the frosty March air, he without delay ran up the steps of voluptuousness, like river rapids or wind amusing himself and that way with Her, who had just been so elusive, so teasingly inaccessible. Vague images - prints of bad photos in his brain - once again whipped up imagination. Vision could deceive, he had not yet learned how to truly use his sense of smell, the sensitivity of his tactile sensations was still waiting for her finest hour. The student had no idea from the responsible mission of taste buds, hearing had nothing to do with it. But imagination, full-blooded, so that there - overflowing with the juices of life, served the Pupil with faith and truth.

The night was getting stronger. The night grew and roared around the enchanted garden. Glittering lights danced around the Pupil in a bewitching round dance filled with intricate lines and figures. And with difficulty it was already possible to distinguish which of them are just the glare of lanterns in the glass-covered March puddles, which are the eyes of celestial bodies, and which were born in the glowing infinity of consciousness that very pearl of nature, which at some point began to multiply and divide in innumerable quantities, as in a children's mosaic toy.

Enjoyment! If the disciple ever after, without being a student, experienced something remotely resembling the mysterious force with which he played in the spring before the dead man's buffoons on an abandoned bench, in a remote corner of the frozen boulevard, on the very edge of the universe, then he became frightened.Not even the force itself, but only its weak echo touched the strings of its nature, but its nature seemed wild and terrible, having nothing in common, no points of contact with the real world, sensible and law-abiding.

But in those days, inexplicability and monstrosity - from the point of view of an outsider - a game that dissolved, like a predator's stomach, an insignificant lump of its quivering ...