Once upon a time there was Peach in the world. He calmly matured himself on a tree with his brothers and sisters, whose fate had already been predetermined: to become sweet jam, a filling for buns, or a delicious breakfast with milk. Our Peach was not satisfied with the prospect of being simply eaten - he wanted to experience something unusual and exciting in his fruit life. It took quite some time, and Peach went on a trip:
The man tore it from the tree and brought it home to treat his beloved girlfriend.
She stared at the Man and gently stroked Peach's velvety peel with the tips of her long, thin fingers.
The man touched them, their eyes met and his lips too. The blush on her cheeks grew brighter. <какое хорошенькое="" личико, —="" подумал="" в="" это="" время="" персик —="" так="" и="" хочется="" к="" нему="" прикоснуться="">. The man seemed to have guessed his thoughts - he took Peach in his hand and held it on the cheek of a Friend. Peach felt the tenderness and warmth of her skin with the smell of his bones.
Inside the bones there lived the soul of Peach, which he immediately wanted to give to the Friend of Man - he liked her very much. The man began to undress her slowly and Peach wondered if he could undress so that he could get his bone and give it to her. He didn’t have to think long - Man gradually did everything for him - he broke Peach's round body, putting the treasured bone in his girlfriend’s hand, and his half-pitched halves slowly descended from the shoulder. The juicy pulp of the ripened fruit left a bright wet trace on the elastic body. Then these beautiful halves went down to the waist and abdomen even lower, touching the moist, hot petals of the lower lips. “Oh, what a miracle!” Peach exclaimed and kissed them. And the petals of that flower grew from a very deep hole, into which Peach penetrated, in order to learn its secret, but never returned. This was his first and last date with a woman. No one else heard anything about him. And the Girlfriend buried the peach donated in her garden and then for a long time recalled the best days of her youth spent with the Man, looking at the grown tree.