Gene never thought that he would again be in the children's clinic, which he was familiar to pain.

Every corner of it awakened in him a long-standing fear of injections and a desire to face the mother. Mom had rested in the next world for many years, and the shots no longer threatened his ass, reborn in a new status: Gena came here to sign an agreement on the supply of syringes.

The head, Larisa Vyavna Klyokoshapskaya, as usual, was late, and Gene had to wait for her along with young patients and their mothers, who were gradually filling the corridor. All of them were the same person - not made up mothers and capricious, shrill children. Gene looked at them, twirling in the hands of a jade crocodile (a comic amulet donated by his father once), and sadly thought about the duality of parental duty: “children are like and good, but ...”

But suddenly the corridor door opened, letting in new visitors, and Gena forgot about his philosophical thoughts.

It was another mom with a son of seven. Mom was very young. One of her flexible figures was enough to make her gaze stick to her - but, in addition, there was another.

High - not lower than the lanky Genes - black-eyed, red-cheeked, feminine to tickling in the eggs, she swam into the gray corridor like a rainbow. On the neck, on her hands and fingers, clusters of colored, oddly arched ornaments sparkled; thick blue flowing dress enveloped her up to the feet, flashed by ducks under her skirt. Surprised, Gena noticed that they were barefoot, as if a stranger was walking along the lawn, and not along the hospital corridor. Long hair, black, straight and shiny, fell on her back and shoulders, going almost to the waist. Huge breasts peeking out of a wide neckline, white as rolls, bursting with nipples a thin fabric.

She moved smoothly, as if she had a jug of water on her head. There was something slippery, velvety, languid-feline in her. On the move, she looked down at her feet, dropping her long eyelashes, and smiled as if embarrassed by her beauty. Passing with her son to the bench, she sat him down and sat down next to him.

Forgetting about appearances, Gena stared at her face, tender, rounded without fullness, with plump sensual lips and an unchanging smile, as if saying - "I am not to blame for being so beautiful."

"How old is she? Twenty one? Twenty three? When did she give birth? ”Thought Gena. The boy sat silently on the seat next to her; She pulled a book in a bright color cover from the book, opened it and began to read to him:

"... But I will not eat you!" - Baba Yaga shouted to him. She pinched her crooked tooth, grunted, whistled, sat in her stupa, waved her broom and flew away. Ivasik-Telesik did not lose ... "

The boy listened attentively and looked into the book. Gena did not believe his eyes: he thought that transformers and cyborg had long since ousted Baba Yaga and all her fellow citizens from the world of children. The stranger was reading expressively - just like the actors on the old records - and Gena found himself listening attentively, as in childhood. Her voice was velvety, thick and tender; “Spoiling the snow, the night is going great”, Gena remembered ...

- Girl! And then, by the way, all - came from the side. - I sat down straight, like at home. If I could ask who is the last.
“Yes, yes, I know,” the stranger smiled. - I'm following you, right? - She turned to her mother, like a wet bird.
“Yeah ...” she answered, puzzled. - You have to ask, actually ...

Gene opened his mouth - but the girl smiled again and resumed the tale. Mothers squinted at her and curled their mouths.

"Here is a chicken coop!" - Gene was angry; he wanted to do something such, and he suddenly said to the barefoot girl:

- I'm sorry, girl ... And let's change with you? I'm first in line. You instead of me, and I instead of you? Let's? I'm not hurrying!
- Thank. Are you sure you are in no hurry?

When she smiled, her eyes hid under lowered eyelashes, and the smile turned out shyly regal, like that of eastern princesses.

- ... Exactly! Let's!

She smiled even wider. The hopeful Gena began was:

- Tell me, girl ... - but she interrupted him:

- ... are you married? Did you want to ask this? Even if you come up with other words?

Gene choked, because he wanted to ask just that, and it was "in other words."

- ... No, not married. And, although I am grateful to you, you have little chance. Do not be offended, okay?

He bit his tongue, and the stranger, still smiling, continued to read the tale:

“... and suddenly a rusty lock grated in the hut on chicken legs. This Baba Yaga returned to eat Ivasika-Telesika ... "

At this moment there was indeed a screech of the castle.

Gene shuddered. The door with a sign "Head of the polyclinic" slowly opened with a creak, and from there came a hoarse voice:

- Come in! Hurry up just ...

“How did she enter?” Was she sitting there all this time? ”Gena thought. The girl in blue stood up gracefully and brought her son into the office.

- Young man, you follow me! - reminded Gene still the same mother. Gena grimaced and nodded, never taking his eyes off the door: he suddenly felt a muffled cry behind her.

Overwhelmed by incomprehensible anxiety, he began to listen to what was being done behind the door. Very soon, he heard some kind of whistle, like the humming of a teapot. The whistle quickly grew, interfering with deaf cries, and after a minute there was no doubt - something extremely strange and unforeseen was happening in the office of the manager.

Moms mute. Gene hesitated for a second, then he jumped up, knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer, opened it.

Then everything was like in a fog or delirium. Opening the door, Gena managed to see a green blaze, snatching the old woman’s face in a white robe with a sharp spot. It disappeared instantly, and to the incoming Gene it seemed that the air in the office was trembling and floating, as it happens on a hot day.

The head (it was obviously she) stood at her desk. A barefoot girl stood against the opposite wall, covering her son. By their appearance it was clear that a moment ago something serious was happening here, and Gena appeared on time.

- It is impossible! Busy! Blind or what? - croaked an old woman. Gene backed away, but, glancing at the girl in blue, he stopped.

“What have you got here?” What kind of noise, but no fight?
- Go away!
- Oh no no no! Why so rude? I just walked in, ”said Gena, slowly approaching the head and shaking with fear, which no one had penetrated into him from nowhere.

He understood that the situation looked ridiculous, and he himself was ridiculous - and he also understood that for some reason he was scared, as happened only in childhood. Despite all this, he approached the head, trying not to look at her face, and continued to carry nonsense, neutralizing tension and his own fear: - I just came in, looked in, say so, say hello, and in general ...

As he approached, the manager picked up, bowed her head - and suddenly Gena could not stand it and looked up at her.

She stood before him with wrinkled hands stretched forward. Gene with horror saw her eyes glow with greenish fire.

- Go to the goat's point, shit human! - it is not clear and insulting she swore. Her face twisted like that of an epileptic; yellow fangs appeared from the corners of his mouth, and Gena felt his insides plunge into icy jelly. My ears were noisy, like before a faint ... or was it that whistle again?

- Get out! Get out! - the girl in blue shouted to him. - Leave soon, hear or not?

Her voice was heard through the thick curtain of whistles that clung to Gena and all the space in the office. “This cannot be” - Gena thought, clinging to this thought, - and for some reason went forward, coming close to the old woman. Her eyes shone on Gena with green rays, icy, ...