Your own earnings are awesome. I could not believe that I no longer have to swear pocket money from my parents - at least now, during the summer holidays. It was possible to start working as a nanny a couple of years ago. Several classmates have long been engaged in this - probably from the eighth grade. And I started only now, when I moved to the tenth.

“If I’d still left with the baby, and not with the eight-year-old boy,” I sighed to myself. But work is work. I looked after the son of one of my mother's friend, who had gone on an urgent business trip. The business trip was overseas and she, of course, was not allowed to take the child. So you had to attach it somewhere for a week. At first she wanted to send the boy to us, but then they decided that I should live a week in her apartment. I basically did not mind, especially since they were about to turn on hot water. “Though you can wash yourself humanly,” I rejoiced. Yeah, well - they hung an announcement on the front door that they were delaying for two weeks.

If I knew that they would not turn on the hot water, I would seriously think whether to stay for a week with this boy. “And when he starts to obey me,” I sighed. For the second day I had to endure his rudeness and rudeness. So I wanted to pull the tomboy pants and otlupit on bare ass. I remembered how disgusting the boy behaved yesterday. It began with the fact that she could not reach him for lunch. Half an hour searching in vain for the surrounding courtyards, and in the end I dined alone. When he finally showed up home, all the jeans were top to bottom smeared with mud. I immediately forced the boy to take them off and threw them into the washing machine. And most sent to the bathroom to wash shoes and feet.

My thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. As I expected, it was Sasha's mother.

“Hello, Sveta,” I said into the phone.

Sasha's mother was only 26 and I called her by name, albeit on “You.”

- Well, how are you with Sasha? - asked Sveta, - Is she listening?

“And don't ask,” I sighed.

I began to complain to the Light about the behavior of her son. She told how Sasha was rude, how she couldn’t reach him for lunch, how he covered mud with sneakers with mud ...

- Ay-yay-yay, - was heard from the tube, - Well, nothing, I'll talk to him.

“I had to go to war, but I still had to wash my feet,” I said, continuing my story.

- Well done, - said Sveta, - Can you see that he even washed them every evening? Well, that hot water has already been included.

“Nope, they didn't turn it on,” I told the Light.

- So, did he wash your feet with cold water? - anxiously asked Sveta.

- Yeah, - I confirmed.

- Well, you, Olya, give! - in Sveta's voice there was a clear discontent, - So the child will not be cold for long. It was necessary to warm the water in the pan. Feet should always be warm.

“Go you nah ... - I thought, - The poor child will catch a cold. So you're shaking him. If I knew how you spoiled the boy, my feet would not be in this apartment. ”

“Well, nothing,” Sveta said soothingly, “Today they’ll turn on it for sure.” Although they should have done it yesterday

“They won't turn it on,” I told her. “They hung an announcement on the access door that there would be no hot water for another two weeks.”

“Last year there was the same story,” Sveta sighed. “They turned on a month later.”

- And in our neighborhood never turn on time, - I complained, - Sometimes there is no hot water for two months. So tired to go to friends to wash.

- Do you have friends with hot water? - Light revived, - Listen, and maybe you go there with Sasha?

- to wash? - I hesitated, - I do not even know.

I was still angry at the Light. At first she scolded me, and now she asks about such things. The very thing to ask for unfamiliar people is embarrassing, and then with the boy.

- Well, maybe still go? - Sveta did not lag behind me, - I have not washed Sasha for more than a week. Do not really go to a public bath. There is such unsanitary conditions.

I frowned, remembering my only visit to a public bath: mud, cockroaches ...

- Well, - I told Sasha's mother, - I will try to ring up my acquaintances. Someone will have hot water.

“Of course there will be somewhere,” Sveta said confidently. “Well, it’s supposed to be turned off by district.

I tried to remember who could have hot water. “It seems to Nastya,” I thought, “She told me the day before yesterday how I had normally stood in the shower for the first time in three weeks.” I didn’t know anyone with hot water.

- What about your food? - asked Sveta, changing the topic, - Is there anything left in the fridge?

- Empty, - I sighed, - Borsch ended, stuffed cabbage too. Sausages eaten today for breakfast.

- So what are you going to eat for lunch? - anxiously asked Sveta.

- Do not worry, I will buy something, - I reassured Sasha's mother, - I was just about to go to the grocery store.

“Go to cooking,” advised Sveta, Buy cutlets and other convenience foods, so as not to cook. At home, just throw in the pan. Do not worry about money. If there is not enough of what I left for the food, I'll give you everything later.

Remembering how much Sveta left me, I thought that with this money you could live comfortably for a whole month. All the same, it was so lazy to drag into the store and then cook - even semi-finished products. But nothing can be done - do not die of hunger.

“Oh, Ol, I completely forgot,” Sveta realized herself, “It’s somehow embarrassing to ask.” Sasha went to the toilet yesterday in large?

- What?!!! - indignantly burst out of me, - I have something to stand under the toilet door and listen to what he is doing there?

“Well, don't be offended,” said Sveta, “It's just that Sasha has often been constipated lately.” If more than two days will not crap, be sure to call me.

- Well, - I promised, - Now I will definitely notify you about these things. By the way, how many times did he go for the small too?

I laughed softly.

- You are funny, but we have a serious problem, - said Sveta, laughing, - It is solved mainly with enema.

“I can also give Sasha an enema,” I suggested as a joke, thinking how cool it would be to take off an eight-year-old boy panties and stick a rubber bulb in the ass.

- Yeah, so he will give it to you to do, - Sasha's mother laughed, - Already big, shy. Even from me the bathroom door locks when bathing.

The conversation continued for a couple of minutes, during which I had to patiently listen to Sveta's instructions. Waiting until Sasha's mother finally said goodbye, I pressed the reset button and immediately started dialing Nastin's number.

- Ale, Nastya? - I greeted when at the other end of the wire raised.

“Hello, Olka,” Nastya answered happily, “Well, how do you like being a nanny?”

“I already regret that I agreed,” I sighed, “I constantly fight with the boy.” Does not obey at all. You have no idea what I have to endure from him. It behaves terribly: it is rude, you will not get enough for dinner ... I generally keep quiet about his mother. So carps me. Constantly dissatisfied with something. You see it was not necessary to make him wash the dirty ...