From the author

This story, I hope, will be interesting to those who love long narrative stories. Because the plot here in the first place. Although sex scenes, and very frank, are present.

Part 1

I got to Rocky by chance. The weather station that broke there belonged to a completely different department. But their electronics engineer was on vacation, and our bosses agreed among themselves that I would fix everything. Nobody even asked me, of course. But I still went, and it was like this:

I just wrote a letter of resignation. Came with him to the boss. He signed with a two-week working out, which I had to ottarabanit on Rocky My objection chief repulsed beautifully. Like, you do not care 2 weeks to work. And I can leave you here, and just shake my hand. And we can sign a dismissal by agreement of the parties. And then you will receive not only for these 14 days in double amount, but also a salary from above. He could, bitch, motivate! But I still bargained. Asked 2 salary, and eventually agreed on a half.

On the same day I received all the documents and the calculation (not to return for it later!), And the helicopter carried me beyond the horizon ...

Rocky Island weather station was one of the oldest. It was opened under Stalin. Then double upgraded. In the mid-90s they were closed, and 10 years later they were put into operation again. I knew that a woman lives and works there who came to these ebony in 1990 after the technical school. Then she was only 19. She went there with her husband for romance. Well, of course! A big and warm house, a personal plot, and only they are alone in the midst of the boundless severe ocean. Fresh sea air, fishing and almost complete freedom.

A few years later she gave birth to the husband of two kogodkov daughters, and the family became full-fledged. But then the funding stopped, there was practically no supply, and her husband went to work on a seiner. Yes, and disappeared in an unknown direction. She could not leave: do not throw their own goats and ducks. She stayed first with her daughters, living a natural economy. And then, when the girls were taken to the mainland to a boarding school, all alone.

But now, as I was told, the weather station staff has been expanded to 4 people. With a good salary and benefits like free vouchers to southern resorts and rich medical insurance, Svetlana Sergeevna, that was the name of this courageous woman, she was the station manager, and her daughters who returned after high school were exchangeable specialists. What was missing was an electrician to fix the equipment ...

I got off the ramp and then helped the pilots to unload equipment for repair and several boxes with unknown contents. The helicopter flew easily into the air and quickly retired towards the mainland to return after me only after 2 weeks. I looked around.

The island was almost round in shape and towered 20–25 meters above the water. As far as I could judge, from all sides his edges abruptly fell down. The soil was stony. It was all the more surprising to see a well-groomed vegetable garden nearby on 20. The plantation was divided into immaculately flat beds, sprouted with lush greenery, and lined with boulders on all sides. Between the garden and the old for a long time non-active lighthouse there was a group of capital stone buildings made of light gray, almost white stone. No one met me, although my arrival here was definitely known. Without becoming to wait, I picked up the heaviest box and walked along a fenced shrubbery path toward a squat building under a low gable roof, which was obviously a residential building.

I was almost at the door when a young, pretty woman in a blue work overalls came out to meet me. In appearance she was 28-30 years old. “God,” I thought, “what does the harsh climate do with them ?!” I decided that this was one of the daughters of the station manager.Knowing that a girl should be 18-19 years old, I sincerely sympathized with her because she looked at least 10 years older. Putting the box on the ground, I, as cheerful as possible, greeted:

- Hello. You must be the daughter of Svetlana Sergeyevna? Where is your mother? I am an electrician. Nikolai Pavlovich. You can just Nikolai.

The girl laughed infectiously, showing snow-white teeth, and for a long time could not calm down. I was completely at a loss as to the reasons for this reaction.

- Do not ... do not pay attention, - stranger said, choking with laughter, - This is ... Oh, I was pleased ... I can not ...

She tried to become serious again, but my puzzled look made her laugh more and more. At the noise of the house ran very young girl in a light bright dress. The wind picked up the hem and began to beat it mercilessly, exposing almost entirely slender white legs.

- Mom, what happened ?!

- Mom ?!, burst out of me.

The woman finally pulled herself together and, wiping away the tears that had come out, explained to the girl.

- Meet, Nastya, they sent us the mechanics. Nikolai. Imagine, Nastya, for my daughter took me!

- Aaaa. Zdraste, - smiled Nastya, and then, having embittered, ran back into the house.

- This is my youngest. Men rarely saw, that's shy.

- So you - Svetlana Sergeevna?

“You can just Light,” the woman smiled and held out her hand to me.

Her hands ... They explained a lot, but not everything. Sveta’s handshake was not femininely strong, and the skin on her palms was rough and callused. It was clear that these hands got a lot in life. But everything else ...

“Yeah,” the woman said sadly, reading my thoughts on my changed face, “I didn't protect my hands.” But everything that you see here is done with these very hands.

- you forgive. Women are not taken to ask about age, but ...

- I am 44, - Svetlana did not let me finish, - I look younger?

“Much!” I replied with genuine admiration.

- Yes, I believe, I was accepted for my daughter. Thanks again. Flattered.

- But how?!

- Aleuts sometimes come here, the recipe prompted. Here in August seals settle during the migration. So I take the opportunity to replenish stocks. The cream is made from a mixture of fat cubs and sperm of an adult male. Well, some other ingredients. I beat two mascaras, no more. So the harm is minimal. But the benefits, as they say, are obvious.

- Not the word, Svetlana!

- Okay, talked. Soon the storm will begin ...

“How do you know?” I interrupted, looking at the peaceful cloudless sky.

- Live here with mine, also learn. An hour and a half later. So drag the equipment to the station, ”she waved toward the lighthouse,“ and the rest into the house. ” I'm not going to help you, I'm sorry. There are other things. But as a compensation, I guarantee a delicious dinner. Is going?

“Of course,” I agreed, and picked up a box from the ground.

While I was going back and forth, bending on the way up under the weight of a burden, I always noticed two curious faces in the window of the house, watching me with interest from behind the curtains. The second daughter, as I noticed, was also very cute, and I could not wait to meet both of them.

I finished just when the sky was covered with gray torn clouds, the wind strengthened, and began to rain. Svetlana, while I was working, did not sit idle either. She was swarming in the garden, covering the landings from the coming storm with board shields, and securing them with hefty stones. The house greeted me with warmth, comfort, and the pleasant smell of food tickling my nostrils. Dinner was really sumptuous. The rich seafood was complemented by young potatoes and an incredible amount of various homemade preparations. And also very fragrant strong tincture that improves mood and unleashes the tongue.

“I make alcohol myself from potatoes,” the hostess explained, “I dilute with rain water and insist on knobs.”

- What kind of knobs?

- Did you see bushes here? Prickly such. Here are the bumps from them. Here, apart from these bushes, and the grass has faded nothing and did not grow earlier. And all the trees that you saw, here ...