hello! - first said Masha.

- Hello! That's the meeting! - said Peter Petrovich (and even quite distinctly).

- And you are here ... what?

- Yes, so ... I walk, breathe air. What a weather ... what about you?

- And I live here, here in this house.

They fell silent. Masha lowered her eyes.

- What are you carrying such bags? - Petr Petrovich came to his senses. - What, and dragging the mountain? Come on, help convey.

- Come on ... although ... Thank you, - Masha smiled, handing him a string bag. It was ten pounds or more. - I'm used to, I'm not hard. Almost...

They went to the door. “Aye and Zulfiya,” thought Petr Petrovich, feeling a chill in his liver. - Ay yes fortune teller. And what should I do now?..."

Masha continued to smile, looking at her legs.

Now she was completely different than in the classroom - in simple clothes, without make-up, with a knot of hair at the crown.

- Do you often walk here? She asked.

- I? Yes ... that is, no. Imagine, I live nearby, and here, on a mountain, I never happen ... that is, rarely ... So I decided to take a walk ...

("What am I carrying? ...")

- Cool ... And it's good that I met you. So they helped, thank you! ... And then Grandma called, said to come in to buy fruit ... she wants to make a fruit pie ... I’m used to wearing it, but it's hard on the stairs. We don't have an elevator, ”said Masha, still looking down.

- Which floor?

- Fifth.

- Wow. Well, but the heart will be strong.

- And legs.

- Yeah.

They laughed. Then Masha looked up:

- And ... you can ask one thing?

- Which one?

- Where are your roots from? Well ... in the sense of who are your ancestors by nationality?

- Why? What are you asking?

- Well ... You just have such a look ... unusual.

- Unusual? Why?

- Well I do not know. In my opinion, you have such a type of special ... Nordic ...

Petr Petrovich almost choked.

"Mocks again" - he screamed inside ...

He looked at Masha.

And (it was as if he woke up, and instead of a nightmare he saw his room) - and suddenly I realized that she was not mocking.

Masha was quite serious. And she was shy too.

Petr Petrovich suddenly realized this, and he was confused.

He had been confused before, and now he didn’t know what to do with all this.

“I have a really great-grandmother swedish,” he said. - Hanna Blum, a bourgeoisie of the city of Vyborg ...

- Well, see, - still Masha smiled. - You look like my favorite actor Helmut Grim. "Cabaret" seen? And "The death of the gods"? ... We came.

Having rattled the keys, Masha opened a shabby door with a horseshoe on the room.

“Come in,” she said. - Eat fruit. Oh please!..

"She asks me to stay ..."

He entered the apartment and became, as an idol, at the threshold. "As there talked in the "Cabaret" — take a fit...»

- Come on, I'll take it ... And you pass, undress ... Stay, right? Come on in! Well, what are you? ..

Petr Petrovich stood in the same place.

Masha looked at him with her devilish eyes, which were now not devilish, but rather dull and shy, and the devil was hidden in them somewhere deep in the blackness of the pupils ...

«...Attack ... " - he thought.

Then he stepped on wooden legs to Masha, grabbed her waist and smacked her lips.

Masha dropped her shopping bag with fruit. Those rolled on the floor.

Thinking about why he did not have time to feel anything, neither fear nor passion, Petr Petrovich squeezed Masha stronger and smacked again.

Then again, again and again - everything is longer, and demanding, and wet ...

With each kiss, the amazed Machines lips opened wider, and their sweet power burned all the more painful.

On the seventh or eighth time, he penetrated inside and stuck his whole mouth in it, flying off somewhere into a sparkling haze without top and bottom.

His lips and tongue bit, licked and sucked Masha, and she obeyed, howling under his pressure. “If you stop, you will need to talk,” thought Pyotr Petrovich, really frightened.

To drown out the fright, he flew at Masha with a triple force, biting into her trembling, string-like tongue. Masha groaned and went limp in his hands.

He licked her, like an experienced libertine, was aware of this and became more and more angry.He suddenly realized that Masha was completely inexperienced, overwhelmed with eager emotion and began to cover her cheeks, eyes and temples with wet suckers. Five minutes later she was all glistening, as if she was sucked like a lollipop.

Gasping for breath, Petr Petrovich stuck away from her, and Masha opened her eyes.

For half a minute or more they looked at each other without saying a word.

Then Petr Petrovich began to unbutton her blouse. He did it badly, as if he were drunk. Masha looked incredulously at his hands.

He exposed her breasts, large, richly grown-up, with puffy brownish nipples. Why I did not know that she had such a chest? ... Oh, she just does not wear a bra ... Yes, I really knew everything! ... God, what a crap climbs into my head ...

Having bare it completely, he stared at the shaggy Car shame, sprouted with purple petals - and suddenly understood everything.

Masha stands before me completely naked ... - he thought.

Masha. Worth it. In front of me. Fully. Naked ...

It burned inside, as if he had swallowed cologne.

Looking up, Petr Petrovich stumbled upon the blackening Machines eyes, got burned three times stronger - and suddenly sank into a wadded hum, his eyes and ears stuck ...

***

- Are you okay?..

From a cotton ghoul outlines boobs. They hung over Peter Petrovich like balloons.

Familiar black eyes glittered just above.

“Masha. Naked. And I ... what? Fainting? Oh noooo ... "

It was so unbearably embarrassing that he moaned loudly. It turned out impressively, like a bomber.

- You feel bad? A heart? Call an ambulance? - Machines voice rang with such concern that he became even more ashamed. - You, most importantly, do not worry. Everything will be fine...

- Do not need an ambulance. Not a heart, - Petr Petrovich croaked, pulling himself up to the back of the sofa.

My head was noisy, like with a hangover.

- Not? Right? In my opinion, it’s better to call ...

- Nooooo! - suddenly Pyotr Petrovich howled like a wounded tiger. Masha jumped. - No ... Forgive me. You ... come here.

Masha went to him and sat on the edge of the sofa. She was, and remained completely naked.

“Everything is simple,” he said deafly and indifferently, for there was nothing left to lose. - I fell in love with you like a shack. I saw you without everything, got excited and fainted. Like a lady hysterical ... Do you remember where she was?

“Mystery Buff,” Masha answered quietly.

With every word of Peter Petrovich, her eyes were made wider and darker.

- you. Fell in love. In me. I. Fell into a swoon? She whispered, as if reading a spell. - I was confessed six times, but no one has yet fainted from love ... Fuck ... Six times, and you are the seventh. Lucky number...

Again, as then, on the stairs, Pyotr Petrovich felt as if he was waking up from a nightmare.

- Grandma told me ... recently, right here today ... She said: do not trust the one who will make a tough macho. Believe someone who will faint from loving you, ”Masha whispered in amazement, gazing at him with huge shining eyes.

Then she leaned over to him and cautiously, as if afraid to get burned, kissed her lips.

Her shoulders, her breasts with puffy brownish nipples, all her matte velvet body were very close, right under her nose ...

Petr Petrovich enveloped sweet horror.

"This is nonsense," he thought. “I wallow in a swoon, and my dream is dreaming ...”

In delirium everything is possible, he suddenly decided.

And with force he attracted Masha to himself, as if he jumped into the pool ...

Five minutes later, she lay beneath him, raskoryachennaya, wide open all the naked shame, and moaning, half-closed eyes.

Petr Petrovich pressed into the wet bowels of her body. He knew that she could not be pleased, because a minute ago she had become a woman, and tears glistened on her pink cheeks - but she tried hard to show how nice and good she was, and it hurt any kindness.

From the inside it was narrow, elastic, sliding, scalding-sweet; the member sparked in it like a bare wire, and with it all its nerves were sparkled, from heels to the top. Petr Petrovich was all, from head to foot, like a short circuit. Furious Masha writhed in the discharges of his current ...

Then he licked and kissed her from head to toe, up to small sweet fingers on her legs, savoring every inch of hot skin. Adoration gurgled in him, as in the furnace. Poor Masha floundered in his caresses, as in boiling water, and howled in a thick, harsh howl that had broken out of her from nowhere.He scrubbed on the nerves, this howl, like hawk claws, and Petr Petrovich was cursed with blissful horror, licking himself into the sticky Cave Machine ...

***

A few hours later, Petr Petrovich and Masha, happy as kittens after dinner, were embracing the market. They talked about Pasternak and every minute they kissed, stuck in each other until the air ran out.

Zulfiya was still at the gate.

“Wait, I am now,” said Petr Petrovich and approached the fortuneteller. Masha watched as they talk about something, and then he gives her money, smiling with a big mouth ...

- Are you familiar? She asked when he returned.

“Masha,” said Petr Petrovich solemnly, “do you believe in mysticism?”

- It depends on which one. Why?

- I did not believe. Until this morning ...

He began to tell her about morning fortune telling.

With his every word. Machines beautiful eyebrows rose higher and higher, and his mouth stretched into a smile.

- ... it's unbelievable! I would not have believed ... what is it? What are you laughing ...

- Ahhhh! - unable to bear it, Masha laughed with her ringing laugh, from which Petr Petrovich sounded sweet goosebumps. - Ahahaha ... Ah yes, grandmother!

- Grandmother?!..

- Well yes. This is my grandmother's grandmother ... I had consumed all my brains with the fact that I fell in love with you and did not know what to do. And she, therefore, decided to arrange our affairs ... Ohrenet ... Ahahaha! Granny, well, you give! - shouted Masha Zulfie.

She waved to them, flashing her young eyes.

Pyotr Petrovich, opening his mouth, looked at one and then the other.

Then he hugged Masha and got stuck with a kiss on the cheek, rosy with laughter.

“How I love your laugh,” he said. “And what an amazing grandmother you have.”