“Poor girl,” Nastya said sympathetically.

“And you know what she asked me for?” - I did not let up, - Follow, as he goes to the toilet and report, went for a lot or not. The child suffers from constipation ...

There was a low laugh in the phone.

“I laugh it off,” I continued with a smile, “I told her that I could give the boy an enema.”

“We put the youngest last night,” Nastya said.

I remembered that Nastya had two little nephews.

“Pavel and I have just been in trouble lately,” Nastya sighed, “Can’t poop without an enema.” So you have to put it almost every day. The roar, the screams - he is so afraid of this procedure. Therefore, usually we do everything with Oksana together - I keep it in order not to break out, and she puts a rubber pear in her ass.

- How old is he? - I asked.

“In two weeks there will be a year,” answered Nastya.

- A senior? - I asked, - You have two nephews.

- The eldest is three, - said Nastya, - There were also problems with the chair until a year.

I listened with interest to my friend, quietly envying that Nastya, along with her sister, was busy with two small nephews. I didn’t have anyone: neither nephew kids, nor brothers with sisters. And so I wanted to understand the nursery child. “Especially with the boy,” I thought with a smile. It’s not so interesting with girls - what I haven’t seen. But to strip the boy naked and see what he has between his legs is another matter. I only once saw a boy naked - a couple of years ago in a children's clinic. I went into the precinct's office for help, and at that time there were other visitors - a young woman with an infant baby. Surprisingly, the doctor did not drive me away. She stopped fiddling with the toddler and quickly wrote out a certificate. I was still laughing, as I gazed at the naked baby.

Nastya and I continued to chat about children for another five minutes. I thought that despite school friendship, I had never been at her home. "How would you gently ask for her to visit?" - I wondered. So I wanted after her stories to look at the kids.

- Lucky for you, Nastya, - I sighed, - I wish I had such nephews-kids. So you want someone to understand.

I smiled, remembering how I immediately, without question, agreed to look after the child of my mother's friend. Mostly of course because of the hot water. But for some reason I was sure that I was left with the baby, and not with the eight-year-old boy. Of course it was inconvenient to refuse after it agreed. But next time I will not repeat this error - I will definitely find out the age of the child, whom I have to look after. “I will only agree on three-year-olds and younger,” I decided.

- Listen, and you also do not have hot water? - I asked Nastya, remembering the purpose of my call, - Remember, you told me that you went somewhere to wash somewhere last week.

Nastya began to explain that she was washing not at home, but at her cousin's.

“And I’ve already hoped that you have been turned on,” I sighed disappointedly, “I promised Sasha my mother that I take him to someone's wash.

“I don’t know the sales,” Nastya hesitated, “Of course I can ask Natasha.”

- Oh, Nastya, you will help me out so much, - I rejoiced.

“I don’t think she will be against it,” said Nastya, “Neighbors probably also won't mind.”

- Neighbors? - I was surprised.

“She lives in a dormitory,” Nastya explained. “They have common kitchen and bathroom. By the way, I do not know if you want to wash there. All plumbing in such a neglected state.

“It's okay,” I said. “The main thing is to have hot water.”

- Well, - Nastya agreed, - Then I will talk to her now, and then I will call you back.

I once again thanked Nastya and, having said goodbye to her, hung up the phone. Wait Nastya call had about ten minutes.

“Sorry, Olka, Natasha was busy,” she began to justify.

- Well? - I asked impatiently.

“She said it would be better to come right now,” answered Nastya, “Considering that you will probably take at least an hour on the road.”

Nastya dictated Natasha's address to me. She was right - you had to take the subway through the whole city. After thanking my friend again, I hung up.

- Sasha! - I called loudly to the boy.

There was no answer. The boy continued to ignore me completely.

- Get ready! - I ordered, going into another room, where he sat on the floor and played with the soldiers, - We are now going to bathe.

- What? - the boy looked at me in surprise.

- Bathe! - I repeated irritably, - Your mother asked me to take you somewhere to wash. Now let's go to a friend. They have hot water.

- I do not want to swim! - the boy told me.

- How are you talking to me? - I raised my voice and pulling the boy by the hand, made him get up from the floor, - You go where you say! Think I need it? That you have not washed more than a week. For me, at least half a year go dirty, but I promised your mom on your head that you wash your face today.

- I do not want yy !!! - the boy continued to protest.

- Now these soldiers will be in the trash! - I threatened Sasha, - And all the other toys too. I am not kidding! Get dressed fast!

Grinning displeasedly, the boy went to the chair and took out jeans.

- So that in five minutes I would be dressed and shod in the hallway! - I threw to Sasha before leaving the room.

Putting bath accessories in a large gym bag, I wondered how I could punish the boy for not listening. “I won't let go for a walk,” I decided, “And I won't allow you to watch TV. And if I continue to behave this way, I will definitely spank. There is no longer the strength to endure "

We traveled to Natashino hostel really about an hour. Well, that only on the subway, albeit with two transfers. Finally, we came to a shabby brick five-story building. This is how I represented this hostel.

Natasha lived on the first floor. She turned out to be a pretty, fair-haired girl of about nineteen or twenty.

- Olya and Sasha? - she smiled affably, opening the door. - Has Nastya sent you to wash me?

“Yeah, us,” I smiled in response.

“Well, let's go to the bathroom,” said Natasha and led us along a long corridor.

Reaching the end of the corridor, we stopped in front of two doors.

“This is our bathroom,” said Natasha, opening the left door. “And there is the kitchen,” the girl gave a hand to the other door.

“I see,” I drawled.

“For some reason I thought that you would come with a younger child,” Natasha smiled. “Then you could bathe him in the kitchen, as all our mothers do.”

Natasha opened the door to the kitchen and I saw two young women - really bathing their babies in the baskets standing on the tables. One toddler was very small, and the second - older: three or four years.

- Is it really more convenient to bathe in the kitchen? - I was surprised, - Especially that, - I pointed to the older child, - Is he not too big to wash in a basin?

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