Dusty fields floated outside the window. Then went barracks and hruscheb - the train drove into a city. Signs flickered: elite toilet seats, Atlantida real estate office, Vesta strip bar, discounted flights, online sex shop, sex and retail wholesale ...

The train did not slow down - I was driving by. Sex shop ... In such a mound ...

It's funny all the same: you do it so many times in your life - and sometimes it will be remembered for a lifetime. So much so that it seems as if there was nothing valuable in it, moreover, that was not.

I sat back and closed my eyes.

***

Then I rented a room in N-sk, near the sea.

Next door lived a married couple with a son and daughter. His son's name was Stepka, and he was a terrible reptile, from which the whole Podgornaya street was moaning, and with it the neighboring Health Resort and Cheluskintsev streets. The blond-haired, freckled, burnt-out and repeatedly flaky, like plaster at the station, Stepka was plump and emaciated, and at the same time crafty as the ten Redskin Leaders. I called him Nero.

His sister, a wild girl named Vera, shy and very beautiful, tried to take care of him and took him to the heart of all his antics.

The first few days I saw them quarreling all the time, and Vera wept, turning her red face away from people. Once I approached her:

- Do not Cry. After all, he still shket, perhaps wiser.
- But he ... Yes, you do not understand anything! - suddenly Vera shrieked and looked at me with wet eyes, pierced head.
“Yes, I probably don't understand,” I agreed.

Vera did not expect and was confused:

- Ah ... well ...
- Well? - I asked cheerfully. - I am such: I do not understand - and everywhere I am always shoved with advice.

I smiled, looking at her, and thought that she was going to get angry and run away. But her cheeks suddenly crawled, and she sighed loudly, covering her mouth with her hand. Two droplets hit me - either saliva or tears.

- What are you! ... Mocking, - said Vera, still looking at me, but already smiling from ear to ear.

Since then, we have seen each day. She was desperately naive and talented, as sometimes happens in the middle of nowhere: she wrote poems that came across strong and hot lines, sang, painted clumsy, but terribly similar portraits. She spoke wildly, pereobachivaya inclinations and everything (to arrange things, and send to the sea, an awesome film, do not run after me, you want to pie, etc., etc.). We swam, and in the water she turned into a devil - a worthy sister of her brother Nero. She splashed, kicked, snorted, squealed, otduvalas and wheezed like a dog, and with her breasts, really huge for a schoolgirl (3rd or 4th size), the swimsuit always flew off. Vera shone with her nipples, pale from bathing, and I pretended not to notice anything.

On the shore, she was completely different: now and then she blushed, stammered, blurted out something, grabbed my arms and pulled me away, or, on the contrary, pouted and fell silent, full of secret offenses. I blamed everything on shyness. It was not easy with her, but I justified myself by the fact that she was clever and talented.

In my heart I knew that everything was much simpler. Vera had long, brown hair to the waist, slightly curly, burned out by separate beige strands. In the water, they always uncoiled and stuck snakes on the skin, dull, smooth and velvet, without a single flaw. Her breasts were always swaying when walking, and when running they jumped up and down with cheerful koloboks to the clavicles. Vera was embarrassed by them, and Nero teased her with a chick and a cow. She always walked barefoot, and her small beautiful feet were silvered with dust. Her eyes were in tune with her hair — amber-brown, like a cat's, and large, as if Vera was surprised at everything in the world. Without these eyes, without a thick adult voice, with which Vera had not yet become comfortable, without her dexterous busty figure, the day seemed empty.

I wandered along the beach with her and admired my thin, even nose, my red lips, which she bit like a horse, and her long black eyelashes, which looked like they had a kilo of mascara on them, although Vera was not wearing beauty.The shore was littered with boulders, and Vera used to hold my hand, and I got used to her hot hand in my hand.

***

Once the weather turned bad. The rain was threshing, stormy waves were beating behind the houses. The people sat on the huts, and I, pleased, shook the jacket with the hood and went to the shore, hoping, if anything, and ride the waves, and at least enjoy the storm and loneliness.

All this had only one drawback: there was no Faith nearby. It didn’t look like dragging her into the rain, I didn’t have her phone, and I walked to the sea, talking to her in my mind.

Imagine my surprise when I saw two figures on the shore. I immediately recognized one of them from the barrel-shaped and loud voice: it was Stepka Nero. The second one, frozen and strangely dark, puzzled me.

Coming closer, I saw that it was a statue, a brown statue of a naked girl in full growth, similar to an ancient one. Nero ran to the statue, clinging to it lumps of clay and waving it into brown thighs.

- What are you doing here, sir? - I approached him.
- Bliiiin! Well naaaafig here it cornered, - Nero froze, hiding dirty hands behind his back.

“Did he himself blinded? It can not be ... "- I thought seriously.

The statue stood sticking out its abundant bust, and for a while I did not understand anything. Only after a minute, I realized that it was a living girl plastered with clay.

And in a minute I understood that it was Vera.

Her eyelids were molded with a thick layer that tightly stuck to her body and hair. She stood motionless, her hands behind her head, completely naked and in clay, and glossy streams ran down her.

- What are you doing? What are you doing? - I finally found the gift of speech. - Hey, you!..

But Nero ran away from me for fifty meters, and from there shouted:

- She allowed! She allowed, honestly! We argued, and she promised me! Everything is fair ...

- Vera! You ... you what? What does it mean? Why are you silent? - I tried. Vera was silent, aiming at me with bare nipples. The rain was shrouded in brilliant gloss, and it seemed to be flickering and flowing in the air.

- ... Why are you silent? Vera? Vera!!! - I yelled like a fool. - Quickly wash it all away! And you, Nero ...

Vera was silent and did not move. Her eyelids were tightly closed, and only her stomach was trembling, and her lower lip slightly bit too tightly.

I have never felt like such an idiot. I yelled at Vera, at Nero, sent him home, but he ran off to a respectful distance and grimaced, arching his thick waist, and naked Vera froze with a statue, deaf and dumb, as she was supposed to be.

When I left, Nero returned to Vera and fastened his hands on her. I looked at them from afar, and then walked home, squishing along the muddy road, and thought about Vera — about how she felt when she stood with her eyes closed and knew that I was looking at her bare pussy.

***

From the day we did not communicate. The bad weather did not subside, the rain poured and poured like a bucket, and I wandered through the muddy hills, collecting tons of clay from my sneakers.

As luck would have it, I constantly met Vera, wet and dull, and she pretended not to notice me, or crookedly, greeted her sideways, trying to slip past. Her bare feet every time were knee-deep in clay, as in gray stockings. My soul was dull, and I was already thinking about coming to her house. Only one thing held me back: every night I got into the habit of dirtying my underpants.

Once I wandered into the park sanatorium them. The 40th anniversary of the USSR, called the Socialist-Revolutionary Society in the people. There has always been deserted, and now even more so.

At this moment, I started a wild shower with hail. Even for me, vagrants without fear and reproach, it was too much, and I ran through the cutting turbulence to the gazebo.

Running in under the roof, I took a deep breath, frowned - and saw Vera.

She was sitting here, on a peeling bench, wet and pink, with clods of clay on her legs.

“Hi,” I said.

Vera looked at me.

“Hello,” she answered not immediately.

We were silent. I opened my mouth to say something, but she spoke first:

- Well ... so what? You probably need to tell everything, right?
- Yes,...