The next morning, we arrived at school for half an hour earlier, so that Seryoga managed to write off the “homework”. Naturally, he didn’t look at the textbooks over the weekend (did he ever look at all?). It remained to pray that he would not be called. Thank God, has carried. Going home after school, as usual, started talking about music. Seryoga looked at me in surprise: “What the fuck music? Let's do the lessons. ”

We hinged together in earnest. All evening hung on the phone. It was necessary to explain not only today's lessons, but also to recall over the past years, which he successfully skipped.
- Is the phone already free? - about ten o'clock mother asked, smiling.
“I think so,” I replied.
Mom, naturally, called Sveta aunts. They whispered for a long time. Obviously they talked about us, because, from time to time mom threw glances in my direction.

Do not believe it, Serega so zealously took up his studies, which surprised even the teachers, and geographically (our “cool” by the way) “just tore up” so easily. Having listened to its almost flawless answer about minerals, geographical landscapes, historical landmarks, etc., I don’t remember which country I suddenly asked.
- What are you going to immigrate? I cannot put the five, considering your past merits, but you have gained the "four".
The class boomed disapprovingly.
- Well, good, good. You answer an additional question - I put "excellent". "
Seryoga miraculously answered all the questions and returned to his place to the applause of the class. Still - the first "five" for, I do not know even how many years.

So month passed unnoticed. We invested our quota. This is the last Saturday. Suddenly they announce that there will be no chemistry - the chemist is sick, and the last lesson is physical education. Serege, who was always “taking the rap” for school at all sporting events, to get “not happy” in fizre - this is from the genre of fiction. Physical instructor came, gave us the ball and kicked out into the street, so that they would not hang around the school, they would not call the eyes of the director. We drove the ball all the chemistry and at recess went to the "smoking room". This place is behind the workshops, where everyone was going to recess. Who smoke, just chat.
- And why, really, the chemist is sick? - asked Vovan from 10-B.
Vova was known as a school thunderstorm Growth under the meter eighty and the eldest brother had just returned from places not so remote. In short, no one wanted to get involved with Vova.
- Another abortion probably does - continued Vova, reliking himself with a cigarette.
- Did you hold a candle? - pulled Seregu devil for the language to answer.
- I kept it, I didn’t hold it, but the brother-in-law was telling, he took it off somehow in the tavern. Fucks like a cat. Why are you suddenly worried? - He turned to Serge.
- Your mummy on drunk too nearly took off. Her noble ass. I, too, would not refuse - the face stretched into a smirk.
I looked, Seryoga turned pale, clenched his fists.
- Anu repeat - through clenched teeth Serega
- But the fact that? - Vova grinned in response - We know, we know. I, too: girlfriends - pobladushku.

Vovan was already chewing the last words with a cigarette that entered the mouth along with Seregi’s fist. The blow was a class, but Vova fighter is also not weak, In short - it went. When we were separated by fizruk, my lip was already broken, Serega had a blanche on his entire cheek, and a porcelain shirt.

All at once to the director, they called the classroom. The director didn’t even listen - for all the quarter “bad” parents on Monday to school. That's how nice we finished our month.

- And why the hell did you give up this chemist? - I did not let up, realizing that our sauna was covered with a copper basin. Seryoga only remained silent and snuffled.

He came home - threw his briefcase and turned on Mouzon for the whole. Moods - zero. Here and mom drew. She looked at my face and understood everything.
- What happened? What happened? - she repeated tirelessly, as wound up.
I looked down at the window and was silent as partisans. She rushed to call Serezhkina to her mother, and after five minutes, Sveta’s aunt and Seryoga were at our door.
- Let's tell - Seryoga hopelessly waved his hand.
Well, I told how everything was - in all details. There was a deathly silence. I looked into the face of my mother, trying to catch the course of her thoughts, Serega sat quietly, staring at the floor. From the stupor of all brought the phone rang suddenly.
“I’m listening to Mar Sergeyevna,” said mom in a fallen voice.
- Well that's all. Cool calls. Causes on Monday probably - flashed through my head.
The conversation could not be heard, we all looked spellbound at my mother. She only nodded her head and repeated: "Yes, Maria Sergeyevna, it is necessary Maria Sergeyevna, thanks Maria Sergeyevna". They talked for a long time and my mother finally hung up the phone and stared at us with unblinking eyes.

- Well, what is it? Do not Tomi Irka - violated the silence of the Aunt Light
- We gathered here to crucify them, but it turns out - they are our heroes - suddenly my mother smiled.
My eyes crept out of surprise. I did not expect such a turn of events.

Mom started to tell. It turns out that after Sergey and I went home, our girls, who had everything happened before our very eyes, went to the classroom and told everything, as it was. Marya Sergeevna pulled them along to the director and they again retold everything. Derik already walked away a bit - listened carefully and was deeply moved. It turns out that he is an orphanage himself, and his attitude towards his mother is a very sensitive issue for him. Mary Sergeyevna asked our parents to call back and apologize, and Vova on Monday with the parents at the pedagogical council.
- That's it - finished mom.
“And the director also asked Svetka to thank us for bringing up such wonderful sons.”
Aunts Light broke into a smile.
“Do you think, Er, they deserve encouragement?”
- Let's think - Mother winked at Sveta.

So it's a long-awaited Sunday. Mother again prepared something there, packed it in bags, and in the evening we moved to the sauna. The first snow fell on the street and crept underfoot treacherously. This time, the mothers went through the main entrance, and Seryoga and I had to freeze in front of the secret door, sneaking into the bushes at every rustle. Finally they let us in.

The sauna was pleasantly warm. We quickly undressed, slipped into the steam room. Pulling over Panama, spread out the sheets and sprawled on the top shelf. Soon mothers appeared, all in the same toga of the sheets below the knees, in panama and with brooms. Serega and I reclined, leaning on our elbows, like mothers last time, gladly breathing in hot air and watching the sweat begin to flow down my stomach, gathering in the navel hollow. Moms glanced at our side and started their business. That's just my mother's eyes somehow glittered unusually. Maybe it seemed? Maybe the lighting is. No matter.

Again witchcraft with tincture (this time eucalyptus), splashing onto hot stones, steam and blissful bliss from anticipation of future pleasure. Feeling that my mother had cleansed herself beside me, I slid a lazy look over her body. Everything was the same as last time: the same panama, the same sheet. But this time somehow everything was different: liberated, at home or something. Eyes freely and openly slid on my mother's body (or rather the sheet), enjoying each bend. Somewhere nearby, Sveta's light-headed aunt turned, evenly snuffled Shackle, brushing sweat from her face.

The idyll was broken by the loud voice of Serezhkin's mother.
“Have you come here to stare or to steam?”
- Scat from the shelf and took brooms in hand - snapped after.
We quickly jumped off, grabbed the brooms in our hands and stood waiting. Sveta's aunt gracefully slid off the shelf, making room for her mother. Mom untied the knot in front and holding the sheet with one hand, lay down on her stomach and stretched out the sheet from under herself, exposing her back to the waist.
- Well, what are we waiting for? Get down to it - turned Light's aunt to Shine.
He came closer and clumsily “hit” several times with a broom.
- Not. It will not work, Sharper and more confident.

She went to her son from the back, clasped his hand with his hand and together they began to work out the movements ....