- And I remember - my grandmother made me pancakes. Whenever I wanted.

- What, really always?

- Always always. Especially when I went to school. She asked me in the morning: “What do you do for dinner?”, And I answered: “Pancakes,” and she did.

- And I have a grandmother patties hell. With meat. I loved meat as a child. Many did not like, but I loved.

- Listen, did you drink boiled milk with foam?

- Drank.

- With foam ?!

- Well yes. So what?

- But she is vile ?!

- I do not know ... I do not remember.

- And here I am, you know, I remember everything. All-all that was with me. And how they brought me to the kindergarten and how we took pictures, then we rarely took pictures, it was necessary to specifically summon a person, pay money, and how they pasted pictures from colored paper. One was somehow found by chance, and the name and age are written on it - 2, 5 years. Can you imagine? And I remember.

- And what is there?

- House. Small, yellowish, and the roof is blue, moved out slightly. And I even remember why she is like that. When I stuck it, I thought, its edges would be flush with the ceiling, and they, it turned out, should have stood a little bit. So it happened: one edge flush, and the other left. It turned out a house with a visor.

- And I kissed the girl in the garden for the first time. Not really, of course, but still on the lips. I remember telling her: “You feel sick, you feel sick,” well, she put her lips to her lips. She stretched out into a tube, squeezed tightly and held it up. And I smacked.

- And you turns out to be a lovelace. - Well, I’m already joking, of course, to make a serious and big Lesho smile a little.

In general, he is very shy. A completely captivating combination - huge and shy. Sometimes it is so funny to look at him. He thinks, it happens, and he will not notice how he will touch someone with a broad shoulder, whether the joke is only almost two meters tall, so they will attack him at once, they say, you need to be careful about the young man and grumble and grumble and he will shrink all become less of it, and listens, having turned a look into shoes. I always feel sorry for him. Well, what can you do? And the more he tries not to interfere with anyone and does not knock on anything, the more clumsy it becomes. I usually take his hand and lean my shoulder slightly to him, let him know that his powerful shoulder will not harm me.

Lyoshka is huge, and that's good. It is good to go with him on a slippery road, clutching with two hands on his sleeve, under which there is strength - the beast is in a state of eternal rest. It is good to watch how he tolerates in my lap my arrogant, arrogant cat, which soils his trousers with his hair, meekly waiting for when she finally sleeps and leaves to lap up the milk. He could, of course, throw her off, but, firstly, my cat, which means that in his concept is inviolable, and secondly, he is afraid of causing anxiety even to her.

I call Lyoshka to drink tea. More precisely, this means that I will bring tea and something sweet to the room. Lyoshka hastily refuses, says he does not want to. It is not true. Leshka wants to eat always, only in varying degrees. Therefore, I go to the kitchen to make him, in addition to tea and sweets, thick sandwiches with sausage and cheese. Lyoshka is uncomfortable and he would prefer not to eat, but I put them in front of him and every time I literally make him swallow them. For me to eat one such sandwich would leave a whole cup of tea, and he only bites off once. At the same time he chews badly and therefore swallows large pieces with difficulty. I am pleased to feed him, it is nice to cook for him, knowing that everything will be swept away in one minute.

- Lyoshka, did you go to the lake in the summer? - I pronounce “Leshka” gently stretching “yo”.

- Let's go, but I can not swim.

- How not to know how? - for me it is a shock, it seemed to me that all boys can swim.

- I do not know. Somehow it did not work out.

- Well, okay. You will walk, and I swim around you. And if I start drowning, you will save me, because you will be shallow.

- But I know how to fry kebabs.

- And I just make sandwiches.

I imagined how well it would be to hang on him in the water, feeling that his strong body did not bend a millimeter, or sit by the fire, leaning against his broad back. And he silent will stir with a stick bright red heads.

Yes ... Leshka is a terrible silent. Happens, will come, will sit down in the shabby chair, will lean back and is silent. The whole evening can be silent. But for some reason it does not bother me at all and does not bother me. (eroticspace.info) It is good not to talk about anything with him, because at the same time I do not feel embarrassed, on the contrary, when he is in the room I feel more comfortable and calmer. Maybe this is because with him the room somehow immediately becomes smaller, as if all the walls, floor and ceiling took and moved, and the furniture - so that, in general, it seems to be a toy.

Lyoshka studies at the institute. He walks there with a big black leather folder. From this he looks like a young scientist, which, in general, is not far from the truth. He often draws on a white spacious drawing paper all the time trying to roll into a tube - his usual state. Bending over a blank sheet, he draws perfectly smooth black lines - thick, thin, dotted - filling the void with meaning. He really wants to go about his business, a business that interests him and captures. In his face, immediately the fear of doing something wrong disappears and in his place the significance and beauty of a talented specialist appear.

Without it, I feel lonely and wistful. Sad, because I'm waiting. Waiting for him to come, silently sit in a chair, will tolerate my cat and hardly swallow sandwiches. And I will also think something about myself and listen to my stupid chatter, listen like no one ever - in their own way, simply because it is him, which will make me feel warm and happy, and I will start smiling and beaming.

Lyoshka is big, strong, but there is something in him childishly unprotected, something that I want to close, to shield myself so that it remains whole and safe. So that no one inadvertently, by his gross negligence, indiscretion, carelessness and unwillingness to notice, should not damage, break, or break, so that, God forbid, this is not something left of him, but instead what the people call “ a real man ”- something vulgar, disgusting and disgusting. I protect him and myself, for myself and for him, and my weapon is the strongest, one that cannot but defeat - endless tenderness to cold in the chest, to stop breathing, the one from which eyelashes are lowered and everything inside stops.