A novel with a prologue, an epilogue and a meaning.

"Dedicated to the beautiful girl Eike, who flashed a bright ray in my life and brought with her inspiration."

Sveta was the most beautiful girl in the class. Especially she prettier to the ninth grade. This is exactly the time when girls finally turn into girls and flourish. Sveta became the owner of a beautiful figure, lush for her age, of course, with her breasts and breathtaking bending of her hips. On physical education, all the boys stared at her, and the guys from other classes tried to meet. Sveta was not impregnable proud, which seems that the whole world exists for her pleasure.

She was a good girl, referring to her beauty as a gift. Sveta willingly came to the aid of others, was sociable and loved noisy companies.

But it was not available. No one was able to make a close acquaintance with her, although the most enviable from the point of view of other girls guys were hovering around her. But she was not interested with them, although she did not refuse attention, keeping herself within the bounds of decency.

Opposite to her was quiet Artem. He was a good student, wore glasses and was nicknamed “nerd” and “bespectacled”, although he was not a freak not a stinker, he had a quite good physique and easily pulled on physical education, but the girls communicated with him only when a hint was needed on the control. Artem sighed, but he helped willingly. Not an exception and Light.

Once, after having sat down at a noisy party, she did not have time to do an important job and turned to Artem. With the usual sigh for him, he began to solve her problem and derive a formula. It took a calculator and Artem took the briefcase to get it. Sveta saw how a sheet of paper folded in four fell out of a pocket in a cage, Artem did not notice. Most of the paper was like a love letter. Light quietly raised it and unexpectedly did not give it to her, but put it in her pocket. Why she did it, she does not know to this day. But if this had not happened, who knows how fate would have changed.

The lesson passed, Sveta received “five” and during the break she closed in the toilet stall. Having unfolded the paper, she found poems written in small handwriting. Sveta decided to read the first quatrain and was unable to come off until the end. Poems were about love. But these were not simple school rhymes that Light received from fans enough. These poems were written with such penetration, with such force that this creation could be called the creation of the Master. But at the same time in these verses there was such a terrible melancholy, unrequited, unhappy love, that the Light almost cried.

Later, she returned to class and quietly slipped the piece of paper back into Artem’s briefcase. Now he did not seem to her a simple "nerd."

Normal training days flowed, Sveta almost forgot about her discovery, when suddenly, at one fine moment, Artem disappeared from the classroom. At first, no one gave it any significance, then the teacher said that Artyom fell ill. After the May holidays, when students were already preparing for exams and summer vacations, the class teacher summoned Sveta to herself and said that Artyom was seriously ill, and soon no one would release his exams and from them, as a last resort, she said, she would pass at home. That is why Sveta, as a school activist, should go home instead of lessons to Artyom. Spend it, pass the examination materials and help, if that. Sveta agreed and went to the address given by the teacher. The door was opened by a woman, said that she was Artem's mother and invited Sveta into the room. Artem lay on the bed and read. He clearly was delighted to see the Light. He put the book down, put it on a table laden with medications and invited Sveta to sit in a chair that stood by the bed.

Mom looked into the room, said she was leaving for work on the second shift, and asked if Artyom needed anything, after which she left.

At first they talked about school, exams and about the future in general. At the word “future”, Artem’s face became gloomy and gloomy. He stretched out his hand and pulled some paper stamped from behind the pillow.

- Here, he said - read.

Sveta took the paper. At first glance, it was some kind of medical certificate with seals, written in illegible handwriting.

- I don't understand anything, what is it? - said Light, stretching the paper back.

- This is a conclusion. The fact is that my disease does not respond to treatment and progresses very quickly. I still do not fully understand what is really happening, but in short, if my heart softens and if it doesn’t stop it ..., he stammered.

Sveta was amazed, she never came close to such a thing, especially to close people (and Artyom became very close to her at once) and did not know how to behave. She just did what she thought was most appropriate.

She stroked Artyom on the head.

They began to talk. It was not clear what they were talking about, and it was not important, the main thing was to support a friend. Sveta continued, somewhat motherly, to stroke the boy, and this added some frankness to their conversation. Suddenly Artem stammered. Sveta discovered that she came across some kind of hard knob. Oh, Sveta somehow completely forgot that Artyom, her glorious “nerd,” after all, the man and her caress could have caused other feelings besides friendly affection.

And then something happened that Sveta could not explain later. She pulled off the blanket with instantly flushed Artem and lifted her skirt - climbed onto the bed and sat down with her crotch right on the hard knob. Without a word she leaned over Anton and merged with him in a long kiss. Sveta felt her crotch rapidly moisturized, put her hand between her legs, freed Artem's hard cock, pulled her strap-off straps to the side, helped herself a little with her hand and let the hot cock into her bosom.

It was painful at first, but then a new and strong feeling overwhelmed the Light. When Sveta noticed that Artem's eyes sparkled, she promptly jumped off his penis and as it turned out on time. No sooner had she done a few movements with her hand on the penis, as streams of white sperm splashed out of him. Artem stiffened and leaned back on the pillow. Sveta approached Artyom, he kissed her hard on the lips and whispered:

- Thank!

Then Sveta remembers everything very crumpled up, how she gathered, kissed Artyom goodbye on the lips, whispered: “Get well” and left.

Until the end of May, Artyom did not appear at school, and one day the class authorities reported that Artyom had died. As in a dream, Sveta came home and fell on the bed, she could no longer hold back her tears and wept bitterly.

She had a whole life ahead of her.

2003

from the author: the story is written on real events.

It is known from psychology that such a purely feminine act has the name “surrender out of compassion,” it happened with Sveta, which she does not regret to this day.

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