He was a titular adviser,
She is a general's daughter;
He shyly explained in love
She drove him away.

Went titular Advisor
And drank from grief all night.
And in the wine fog was worn
Before him, the general's daughter!

Centuries pass, and this story repeats itself again and again, as if in a circle. It happened in our university - with some variations that made a pleasant variety.

He was a teacher, relatively young - more than 30 years old - a low-voiced, constrained, buttoned up. All those who felt like it made it, from the rector to the technicals, and he was silent or said “good”. Once, when he was a laboratory assistant, he fed the dog and protected it from everyone and everything, but then Tenzor was poisoned with arsenic, and since then its owner has been quieter than water, below the grass.

He wore glasses and walked around like a prosthetic. Students loved him: it was interesting and at ease with him. He did not oppress anyone, and on his couples a few nerds were usually hanging out, and in his deaf, nasal voice he sang formulas to them. Following him, they always smiled - who is mocking, who is sympathetic. Even his name was suitable: Vasily Ivanovich Tadpoles.

Her name was strange - Liana. No one knew where the name came from, and she did not know either. There was something in him that was tantalizing, humid, like the wind from the sea. She graduated from university and remained to work - not by profession, of course, but “according to pieces of paper”, in one of the offices where they give out certificates and stamps.

She was twenty-two years old. Unnoticed, behind the scenes, she flourished from a girl to a woman, about which, if we speak, then only oohs and interjections.

Her deer eyes looked at everyone gently-mockingly, like children. Her skin was smooth and matte, like vanilla cream, and her lips always smiled, but not visibly, but slightly, as if Ljana knew something funny about people and was touched by herself. Her back, completely, from shoulder to shoulder and to waist, was covered in an ash-red mane, in which there was “more air and fluff than solid matter,” as one local wit pointed out.

Whenever Liana got up from the table, bent over a fallen certificate or just straightened her hair - they looked at her without stopping, everyone who was near. She appeared at work in strict suits, but was so sensual that she seemed naked, even if she was wrapped up to the neck. In her sensuality there was downright something indecent, as though Liang was indeed walking naked from the reception room to the accounting department. Sometimes she allowed herself hooliganism like a butterfly painted on her cheek, make-up in the style of fairy * or a flower in her hair - such things were beaten outright, causing emotion and a wild hormone attack.
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* When patterns are drawn around the eyes, like on a Venetian mask. - approx. auth.

She had no close friends, except Kuzka, the kitten, who had got accustomed under her table (it was impossible, but Lyanochka was secretly allowed). Of course, all the local machos followed her. Her eyes and smile drew blood no worse than animal claws, and in the office was always full of people. The rector himself declared there three times a day, in order to surely pat Lyanochka for some part of her body — over the shoulder (closer to the chest) or the waist (closer to the thigh).

To the great grief of her fans, Liana behaved decently to disgust. She smiled at them with her smile, half serious, half mocking, looking at them like babies. As soon as she spoke, the macho turned into a toddler, and the rector became a naughty kid, who (let it be) is allowed to touch him.

With grief, the boys from the next office turned a hole in the wall, and sometimes they managed to spy on how Lyanochka changes stockings, exposing peach legs and thighs in lace panties, or how she combs, wrapping her honey mane like a cocoon.

Tadpoles were mortally in love with her. Everyone knew about it - from students to security.He spent all his free time wandering around the Lyanina office, stating there from time to time with a guilty dog. Office aunts Dusi asked him not to interfere, laughing at each other. Tadpoles trampled on the spot, apologized - and left to come again.

It was the funniest love in the world. Liana was teased - “your knight has come” - and she smiled, like everyone, and always. Sometimes Tadpoles won time when she went out, and put flowers on her table, begging his aunt Dus not to give him out. Aunt Dusi nodded together, assuring him that they would never say who brought the bouquet, and Liana would never know who her secret admirer was.

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Once nature has stunned citizens by fabulous weather.

It was a golden autumn, dry and warm; the temperature rose to +22, and the people poured into the streets like a shaft, trying to grab everything from unexpected grace. A bright, deep blue sky hung over the city like a circus tent, and its frank blue seemed indecent, like Liang among the references and dossiers.

The sun lit the whole foliage with gold and copper. A tart smell of smoke ran through the streets, tickling heated nerves; It was fun and drunk as in the spring, only with a special, bitter autumn flavor. It was impossible to work.

Fortunately for uni, was a day off. Office workers crawled to work voluntarily-forcibly, to finish some of their debts; Liana came too - agitated, drunk with air and the sun, with a pattern on her cheek, with a flower in her hair, in a tight jacket and jeans. Her mouth was half open, the madness glowed in her wet eyes.

Bumping into the office, she went out into the air. Men's whirlpools swirled around right there - and for the first time, Liang allowed herself to be dragged off for a walk.

Next to the university was a huge park. October turned it into a jewelry exhibition, sparkling with all shades of non-ferrous metals. The crimson riot attracted herself like a magnet, and Ljana with her boyfriends went there, to the shameless carnival of the fall.

A tail followed her: behind, like a faithful dog, wandered Tadpoles, not invited or seen by anyone.

He came specifically for her. Seeing the male excitement - he hid behind the corner, and when the company headed towards the park, the legs themselves carried it with them. He walked about fifty meters away, ready to slip into the bushes like a beast; Violent gold screamed and blazed from all sides, and he eagerly looked at him, at the sky and at the dancing figure of Liana, trying to save at least some of this beauty for himself.

The laughing company soon turned off, and he turned after her. The park grew thick, turning into a ravine flooded with streams of golden light. Toladikov heard scraps of dialogue: at first “he was running around, damn it, with his dog”, and then Liang’s trembling voice “how? poisoned? ... ”He realized that he was talking about him, and slowed his pace. The distance increased, he stopped to understand the words, and only by intonation he understood that the guys seemed to be inclined to Liana to something, and she seemed to refuse, with a mane laughing with a laugh.

Soon they came to an open glade, small and burning from the sun. Frightened to be swept away, Tadpoles dived into the bushes. Trying not to rustle, he crept to the edge - and saw a half-naked Liana standing in a sheaf of sunbeams.

She wore only black jeans, black shoes, and a black bra that lifted her mat breasts like ice cream balls. Something was said to her, and Liana glowed with a smile that was crazy and dazzling, like a ray in which she stood and shook her head. "... to your camera" - heard Tadpoles.

Shaking her head again, Liana laughed, twisted out of the sun, and threw off her shoes, drowning them in the leaves. Her eyes sparkled crazy. Turning half-turn away, she took hold of the bra, unzipped it - and pulled it from her side, with her elbows crossed.

It came out in her thrilling way to tremble, and the Tadpoles bit his lips. Having exposed the velvet back, Liana turned several times in front of the camera, holding her arms crossed over her shoulders and smiling with a drunken smile. Gradually, yielding to persuasion, she let go of her hands, ...