- Nastyuh! Do you remember, we went to the zoo, and you hid from my tiger for my booty, eh? My priest was always wide, the tiger was not visible ... Do you remember, I threw you up? Like a rocket, like this - vzhuh, vzhuh! ... How time flies, go crazy ... How old are you?

“Oh, how much,” answered Nastya's father, because Nastya was silent, wiping her plates violently. - An adult already it, you know? Student ...

- ... kosmomolka, athlete ... And just beautiful! - continued uncle Tolya, broad smile.

Nastya grunted plates and ran out of the kitchen.

The men looked at each other.

- What is she?

- That ... do not pay attention. Transition age Believes she is a freak. Nastyayayaya! ..

- Well, it is she for nothing. Of course, she did not pupate yet, did not ripen, but ... Nothing, everything is ahead.

- So tell her. Maybe even listen to you. Naaaast! ..

- What do you think? I will say. I will say, I will say, I will say ... - Uncle Tolya stuck his head out of the kitchen door. - Nastyuh! Well listen, this is disgusting. I, by the way, haven't seen you for ten years. I miss you ... Come on, come back here!

Five minutes later, all three were having dinner at a table set up for the occasion in the middle of the kitchen.

- ... That's how I exist. He is alive, well and, as you see, even quite plump, ”said Uncle Tolya, looking at Nastya.

She stared at the plate, bowing her head.

- Well, and your business? Is that all? - asked Nastin father.

- And what's the business? Business fmiznes ... All rot and bustle, as the ancients said. Here I have you, my old mate, God bless you ... Nastyuha, such a beech ... I admire you, Muscovites, and tu-tuuuu. In its sunny Magadan.

- And what do you do there?

- Like what? You, Petruha, are completely soured in this Maasqua of yours. I forgot what homeland is. Do you remember how the sunrises on Nagaevka? And how does the snow shine on the Commandant? And the May breeze from the sea, such a vigorous, with iodine? ... Oh, you! No, gentlemen Muscovites, you are cool here, but the house is a house. I will be at your place - and home, - said Uncle Tolya, looking at Nastya.

That loudly sour soup from a spoon. Then she looked up.

- And what?

- What what"? - uncle Tolya raised eyebrows.

- What are you looking at? The hole looked on my forehead ...

- Nastya! - Dad shouted. - What are you ...

- Quiet, Petruh. This, Nastya, does not matter, even if the hole. First, I haven't seen you for ten years. Secondly, beautiful girls are created to see holes in them.

- Are you kidding me, yes?

“Of course not,” Uncle Toll continued in detail. - When I scoff, I have smoke from my ears. Black is like an old tugboat. And now I am seriously talking, and there is no smoke, see?

He smiled so contagiously that Nastya could not stand it, and her lips stretched into a smile. True, they immediately pulled back.

- Your smile is cool, Nastyukh. A year or two will pass, and the boys will climb on the ceiling from such a smile. I give a tooth. And the figure you have is such that ... Petrukh, do not look at me like that! I am a childhood friend, I can. I, Nastya, saw that from you during this time he was growing up - to be honest, I was stunned. With such a bust, you ...

Nastya jumped up and ran out, dropping the spoon on the floor.

“You have gone too far,” said Petruha.

“Mdaaaaa,” Uncle Tolya drawled. - The girls - delicate matter. You do not know where it will blow ...

- With you she is still somehow shy, and with me ...

The men continued the conversation, eating the soup. Uncle Toll loudly praised Nastya, pretending not to notice her shadow behind the glass door.

***

- Well? A nap, perhaps ...

Uncle Tolya yawned, looking at Nastya.

- Good night! - she growled, passing into her room.

She always slouched, which made her chin twice as heavy as he actually was. Straight bangs even more imprinted her silhouette down, making Nastya look like a coffee pot with a flat lid.

- Hello! What is your night? Two o'clock in the afternoon, - the uncle Tolya was surprised.

Nastya slammed the door behind her.

For a while Uncle Toll lay looking at the ceiling. Then he turned on his side and closed his eyes. Revealed, exposing hairy legs. I lay down without a blanket.

Then he called:

- Naaast! ..

There was no answer.

Calling her again, Uncle Toll stood up. I went to Nastya's door. Knocked.

Then he opened it and carefully thrust his head:

- Nastyuh! Listen, here you have a heave, as in hell, the whole has evaporated ... Blankets ... there is no ... easy ...

The end of the phrase sounded in diminuendo, as if Uncle Toli had run out of plant. Then he fell silent, looking at Nastya.

She did not see or hear him. Naked, without panties, she stood in front of the mirror and arched, opening her mouth to the beat of an inaudible song. Pink wiring of headphones stretched from her ears.

This went on for half a minute or maybe more. Then Uncle Toll began to carefully close the door.

At this moment Nastya turned her head to him.

For another four seconds they looked, frozen, at each other.

Then Nastya oyknula and covered her hairy pubis. Headphones jumped out of the ears.

- peeping, yes? She cried cryingly.

- Hello. "Peeping" ... I stuck bananas in my ears, you can't hear ... I call, I call you ...

- Though right now, turn away!

- What for? - said Uncle Tolya, slowly entering the room. - Admire you. Since you got caught ...

- You are a voyeur, yes?

- What words do you know! ... Do not freak out.

- Don't hurt yourself! ..

- Do you know how many naked girls I've seen in my life? - Asked Uncle Tolya, sitting in a chair. - So you can not hide behind. I see nothing fundamentally new.

- So what to watch then, I do not understand ...

- You understand everything. Do not cover up, show in all its glory! Please old man. Well! ... Well, vooot, - he smiled, when crimson Nastya slowly lowered her hands. - Since I got caught ... You think it's not interesting to see how you are now? Everyone is interested, believe me, well, absolutely everyone. They just do not say it, because decent people. And I would not say, dak you fired herself ... And do not be shy! A real woman is not shy of her body, but proud of it. Yeah, Nastyuh ... Your boobs are valid. Five plus, or even two. This I tell you as an old dolt say.

“You know such words,” Nastya smiled wryly.

- Uyyy, Nastyuh, I know so many sorts of words ... Turn around ... in profile ... Uy, class! Can I touch it? Do not be afraid, I will not rape you, I just ... that's soooo ...

“Fat elephant,” Nastya said hoarsely, shuddering at his touch.

- Who?

- I.

- Do not drive garbage! You have a awesome body. I would say harder, but you're a lady. Come on ... and come here ... - Uncle Tolya pulled her to him. - Let me on my knees ... how you sat, and I told you about Peter Pan, remember? Do you remember or not?

“I remember,” muttered Nastya, pacing toward him.

- Well ... No shit you do not understand, Nastya. If you were a skinny board like all girls, I would just yawn, that's fair. And so - you and not fat at all, and you have the most gusto. “This is a peasant's egg balm, when these are all round, soft all that,” said Uncle Tolya, feeling Nastya from top to bottom. - Mmmmmm! That’s how you would have devoured you ... would bite with your bones ...

He pressed his nose into Nastino's shoulder, clasping her breasts, full, not rich in age.

Nastya snuffled, closing her eyes. Uncle Tolya also shut his eyes, buried in her.

For a while they sat, swaying, as in a trance.

Then Uncle Tolya cleared his throat:

- Everything. Get down, - he slapped her on the thigh. - Get down, Nastya. Make me a seagull. Do not even think about dressing! - He shouted when he saw Nastya reaching for her bathrobe.

- BUT...

- Dad left anyway. And you still got burned ... I will admire you. You know what a thrill to look at all this here? ... Come on. By the way, ”he said to her on the way to the kitchen,“ by the way, do you know how many naked girls sat on my lap? ” But you are the most ...