The main character begins his story in the morning, on the fifth floor balcony of the usual panel nine-story building in one of the small cities of our Motherland. Why did he go to the balcony? He watched the dawn. Opposite between the two five-story buildings there was a passage, and through it there were trees covering the rooftops of the garages and one-story buildings with crowns, and even further, a bluish haze and a rising ball of sun. There was a cool breeze, but no worse than in the winter. The end of May is in the courtyard and there is every chance that it will be warm during the day, even hot.

He was waiting. On the neighboring balcony, with the typical sound of opening a shrunken sash and rattling in the frame of window glass, a door opened, and there was a short shuffling of flat, worn slippers. The sun was rising higher. On the horizon, the air became more transparent, the sky was saturated with warm colors. From the neighbor smelled tobacco.

The main character suffered. He knew how to endure. And he loved to wait. This had its own charm - to know that waiting is not in vain. Breeze blew tobacco smoke, so that his solitude could not be called broken or spoiled. He continued to look to the east, between the houses, in the windows of which the curtains began to move more often and the windows opened. He was looking at the sun. Or where it rose from. The neighbor smoked and slammed the door again, tobacco smoke settled under the windows, dissolving into the clean, suburban air.

There was a noise from the street, a car started somewhere downstairs and soon left the yard. The pink ball changed its color to yellow, the lower edge of the sun peeking out from behind the forest, which became more saturated, dark green shades. Now the roofs of the private sector differed two blocks ahead. Suddenly, not far away, directly under the rays of the sun, in the distant courtyards between one-story buildings and garden trees, something flashed for the shortest moment, like a camera flash or a spark.

The main character immediately turned around and returned to the room. At the same time, on the northern outskirts of the quarter, in the kitchen on the eighth floor, someone got up from the table, which was pushed up to the window sill, and moved to the exit from the apartment. After a short time, our main character with a quick step moved around the yard in the direction of the passage through which he watched the sunrise forty-seven and a half minutes. Gray summer pants and thin shirt were not the most successful clothes, the sun did not penetrate into the courtyard, and the cold May morning tried to compensate for the lack of sun by taking away human warmth, but the hero was abundant. Behind him, a thin, short-haired, middle-aged man in a light overcoat came out of the first entrance of a neighboring house. He left the entrance exactly at the moment when the main character disappeared in the aisle between the five-story building. The man did not have to run. He went a parallel course, bending around the five-story building from the other side, and within a few seconds he saw a young guy in a light shirt and pants, who with long strides, alternating with jumping over curbs and lawn sections, moved towards the garages and the private sector.

To keep up with him, the man had to hurry up, from which the muscles demanded, in their usual manner - with pain and indignation, they reminded him that he had already been on his feet for six hours yesterday, for some reason, stabbing a big Italian asphalt footwear. cities. Another dozen quick steps and he crossed the road and moved through the parking lot, jumping over the low fence of the protected area. There was no risk. All yesterday, he ran behind this long-legged, so that he was empty, swell, and to lose him now in the garages and gardens of a private trader, when he was in some thirty steps was not permissible. Ricking to the next road, he saw the guy hiding between the cottage’s light stone fence and the garden of a wooden house that had become blackened by time.Another jump over the parking fence, a quick run across the empty morning road to the old red Zhigulenka, which judging by the cramped rubber wintered here, and the man cautiously stepped onto the same path between the fences.

The guy walked calmly, measured long steps, without looking back. They were separated by about a hundred meters. Does he walk so fast? With a long but calm step, as far as possible, the man followed him, glancing around the houses. Having passed the fence with the cottage, he went to the earthen footpath, paused, looked at the guy's back, his shirt straightened a little from behind, then to the sides, then back. The guy is gone. The man ran, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He tried to run on his toes, his calves answered him with tight pulling pain, suddenly the heel of his shoe thumped loudly on a stone, he changed running for a step, reached the place where the guy had disappeared. On the right was a large village house, in front of the porch there was a painted little ladder and a small stool, along the path there was a curved fence, behind which stood a tall raspberry with leaf peeks. The gate has been closed. To the left behind the same fence and the same raspberry was hiding an older or just a less well-kept squat house, to the right of the house was a tall bird cherry tree, a bath was visible behind it, and he stood before the bath. And she.

He embraced her as much as he could, but she also embraced heartily, with obvious pleasure trying to break his ribs. “You can kiss her lips forever,” he thought. “I want to cuddle up to his body around the clock,” she thought. And both were right. Her kiss will stay with him forever. He will remember him and in eighty years, as remember the first passionate kiss of his beloved. And she knew perfectly well that they would part just in a day, but this day should be spent unforgettably.

They went out together through the same gate, through which a couple of minutes ago he rushed to meet her in a light shirt. It was not convenient to go hugging along the path, so they just held hands, trying not to tear themselves apart for a minute, and with a quick step they moved back.

“You know, I’ve picked some fresh flowers this morning and gave them to my mother.” She was so moved. She did not know about my flower garden

“Wow, how did you manage to keep it a secret?”

- I placed them in the backyard in a shed with a transparent roof. Someday I'll show you

- It would be great!

- I think we will succeed

- I hope!

- True, I specifically asked, it seems there is every chance

- And how can I be, what to do to? ..

- I do not know, do not think about it. Will come - everything will be decided

They reached his high-rise building. The sun was already peering into the courtyard, illuminating the concrete steps of the entrance. When he opened the intercom, he felt her clinging to him, as if trying to warm the cold from the morning cold. They entered the porch, and the closer helped them to escape from the man, slowly advancing along the same parallel course with which he pursued our main character. The man was far away; he had just come out from behind the wall of the five-story building, but he had no doubt where the couple was going. And he was confused.

They kissed standing in the hallway. In the blind, throwing off their shoes, they walked down the corridor to the kitchen.

- I really, really want to drink

“I guess,” he answered, smiling. He traced as she in one instant found an iron tea pot filled with water in an unknown kitchen, poured herself a mug of water enamelled with simple red and blue flowers, and eagerly drank it. Then another mug.

He looked at her and could not stop looking. Charming profile, thin neck, young skin, long straight hair. When she set aside the mug, he hugged her with his right hand, pressing his left breast. Without tearing away from the passionate lips, he groped his white blouse to the touch, and after a moment, she felt his hot palms on the solar plexus. I didn’t want to go to the room, and his hands resolutely moved along the hollow of the back to the skirt clasps.Without any ceremony, her hands unbuttoned her pants, which immediately fell to the floor. Freed from the clothes, they settled on the edge of the kitchen table, proceeded from the girlfriend ...

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