Katyushka was already in her second year at the university, but still, just like in school, during the summer holidays she went to her grandmother and grandfather in the village. Take a break from the city, noise, dust, fuss and study. The stark contrast between city life and local life was felt from the very first seconds of stay, just a couple of dozen of the lop-sided houses, a well in the center, a little distance away, a river, and that was all that was in the village with the originally Russian name of San Paolovka. Catherine's grandfather and grandmother lived on the outskirts of the settlement, but right next to the river, in which it is so nice to fish or just dip on a hot summer day.

Actually, Kate spent her holidays. She was lying on the grass, sunbathing, bathing, helping her great-grandmothers in the household and garden, but in the evenings she read books brought with her. Often the grandfather would sit down with a glass of blackcurrant wine in front of the TV and wash the bones of the participants of television shows, politicians and others, as he expressed useless personalities. They called their grandfather Kristoslav, either in honor of Columbus, or simply their parents wanted to laugh at him, but he himself always loved his name, and his last name, such a warm one, Greev. Grandmother on the passport was called simply Anastasia Stilova. She did not take the name of her grandfather, because in the magazine “Krestyanka” in 1958 she published an eulogy about her as being the best milkmaid of the village and changing her name meant becoming “not that one”.

Actually, Katya pobaldev two weeks in São Paolovka dragged back to her town. And nothing would have happened if she had not forgotten one of her books on the bedside table.

The grandfather was the first to find it; it was snug on a nap after a couple of samokon pills. He took the book in hand, turned it over. The old sight was helped to see only the numbers “50” written on the cover in large print, the inscription below without glasses did not want to focus.

- Grandma, have you forgotten your photo album from the previous jubilee? - cried grandfather.

Naturally, he didn’t wait for an answer, because Anastasia Petrovna was enthusiastically polished at the corn beds at that moment. So, grandfather gruntingly got up and stomped in the direction of the bookcase, in order to eliminate this disgusting domestic mess, and on the way he ran into his glasses, lying on the coffee table by the TV. Having erected a tricky optical device on the bridge of his nose, Kristoslav Mitrofanovich realized that this was not a photo album at all, but that there was no book, in a beautiful cover and with a bunch of printed text pages. Grandfather returned to bed, lay down and plunged into reading.

During the week the grandmother began to notice changes in the behavior of his grandfather. He abandoned the evening watching TV with the hayan of the little people there, he stopped sipping the moonshine, although the currant wine was more dense than before. During joint meals, often the grandmother bored with her blue eyes from under thick hanging eyebrows, and sometimes so carefully that she fell asleep right during this process unknown to the grandmother. Anastasia Petrovna knew one thing for sure - the grandfather had conceived something and it didn’t make sense to try out something from him, at least that's what his marriage years experience said. And grandma was silent in a rag, waiting for a denouement. And the outcome soon came ...

In the usual evening, after eating potatoes with fresh piglet and washing it down with currants, the grandfather, as usual, looked at his grandmother, sighed, and began:

- Anastacia ... Fie ... Anastasia, it seems to me that somehow we live in boring ways. And I found a way to diversify our leisure time with you, including intimate. Let's be my submissive, huh?

- You ohrenel something old? What other sabosiv? Have you hit your head anywhere? - Grandma extended her hand to her grandfather's head in search of a possible lump or bruise.

- Eh, darkness you grandmother !! SABMISSIVE, - Kristoslav said, “You will be my slave, fulfill my whims ...”

- Am I that dark? - Grandma exploded, - open the history textbook! Any schoolboy knows that slavery has been abolished, and I count your whims like I’ve been performing for about 50 years. I erase, clean, cook, collect your scattered socks, serve and pour wine, I just don’t kiss the ass!

- Yes, it's just a game, I'm like a master, and you obey me. And if you do not obey, I punish you.

- A game? - Anastasia Petrovna turned white, then reddened, then the air exhaled loudly, - you go and play better in the “farm”, as your granddaughter told. Weed, collect, repair the fields and shed.

- Grandma, let me finish it. We are this, well ... sex will still be engaged. Yes, in different ways, I even made a red room for us ... in the sense of a shed equipped.

“So who hooked the hooks into the roof, did you drag the cage to the corner?” Do you know that the barn is now leaking when it rains? Go, I say, patch the holes, while you don’t get the cork, rolling your mother, ”said Anastasia Petrovna.

The next few days my grandfather behaved as usual, watched TV, dug with his grandmother in the garden, though he drank a vino with an aristocratic physiognomy, and also bored his grandmother with his eyes if possible. He did not leave his idea, but he hid and waited for the right occasion.

The morning was warm and windless, the sun was shining brightly and warming the air to stupor. (Especially for eroticspace) Anastasia Petrovna selflessly worked on the carrot ridge, destroying weeds of all varieties and sizes. At this time, Kristoslav Mitrofanovich went out on the porch in his chic family shorts, squinted at the bright light and focused his eyes on the rather big fillet of his wife. The plan was born in the head instantly. The grandfather covered the distance in one second, lifted the hem of his grandmother's robe, tried to move the trousers to the side, it was not possible, I had to drag the trosel down the thighs. This was also an extremely difficult task. The last thing that flashed before the eyes of his grandfather turned out to be a hefty carrot root, which her grandmother tore out and charged her dear spouse right between the eyes.

There were no hospitals in São Paolovka, so a grandfather with a sickly shake from a blunt heavy object got into the district hospital.

Grandma arrived with a neighbor in a car for Christoslav in 2 weeks. My grandfather quickly gathered, trying not to look into the eyes of Anastasia Petrovna and flopped into the back seat, next to his wife. Grandma slyly looked into the eyes of her grandfather and whispered:

“Why didn't you give it to me before, you little fool?” - sticking out a piece of the cover with large numbers "50" with one hand from the package, and the second slightly lifting the skirt, from which the wide elastic band of the stocking looked out.