but how he feels the body, in my son I did not notice this, everything seems to me that he is a boy, the same boy, but Lesha, he is different, he feels not only the mood of a person, but also his character. I was in the picture, but I was about ten years less than now, I was erotic, my chest was turned upwards like a girl's, but now my chest became oval and eventually fell a little, time told its own, the body began to change, how would I I did not try to look like a girl, young, the years had already begun to talk about her and wrinkles, and the same breast was not the same.

“Beautiful, gentle,” I admitted, probably to myself, than to him.

- True? He asked timidly.

- Yes, - I confirmed, and motherly, patted his head.

I left in embarrassment, as he could see me so, considered myself proud even arrogant, but not timid, always keep my head straight and looking forward, and here everything is different, that's all. I went and thought about drawing, although it was there, but I was also embarrassed by the fact that he painted me half-naked, a complete stranger, a boy, still a boy, but the man’s gaze, in my soul, feels like I posed for him in reality in the nude . It was necessary to come to such an idea that something creaked in his chest, like an unwetted cart, turning the wheels with difficulty, creaking and slowly, reluctantly moving off. I pressed my palm to my chest, it ached, it ached, so long ago I did not feel such a feeling, embarrassment, and from somewhere a shame appeared.

After I went to see him a few more times, so simply, he treated me to tea, he himself collected herbs, fine tea, but the main thing in his workshop was calm, as if time stopped. He constantly played the recording, it seemed endless, they sang forest birds, at first she annoyed me, but it became interesting to listen, and then I could not imagine this workshop without birds. Now Lesch said little, focused, drew something, I did not ask that, I just sat and rested with him and I was very sad that sooner or later the owner would come and I would stop coming here, and in other matters, I do as a girl come to him on a silent date. I felt funny from these thoughts, but this is exactly how I come, but despite everything I looked at him and even admired, it's amazing how I could do this, sit and admire the boy, and he would be beautiful, would fall in love if she was a girl .

Every time I came to the house, I was tickled in my chest, I was ashamed that I was going upstairs and I was ringing the door, but I could not do otherwise, I wanted to stay there a little more, and all that picture where he was in my head without asking me drew so frankly. In the end, I could not stand it and asked.

- Do you have a model? - in her voice felt the breakdown.

- No, what are you from where it is expensive, a portrait painted, so maybe next year if I enter, it will work out.

I was silent and looked at him as he puffed on a stylus with a pencil on a sheet, he then smiled, but frowned about what he thinks when he draws, comes up with his stories to revive his fantasies, and then he spoke again.

“Once I suggested to Ole, we study together, she considered me bziknutyu, hardly smacked in the neck,” then he sniffed and smiled to himself, it seems she still slapped him.

- And do you want ... - I stopped, not knowing whether to continue and still continued, - if you want, I can give you a little pose as a model.

“Yes?” He asked in disbelief in surprise.

“Yes,” I said affirmatively, “and everything gnashed in my chest, someone’s claws dug into his chest.”

“It's great,” he said only, his eyes clapped, and his fingers didn’t know where to put the pencil, it became ridiculous to me, “yes, you need to practice your hand, because you said so.”

“Yes,” he said in a singing voice, “I am now,” he quickly jumped off and ran out, and after a minute returned with a new sheet and sat down, “I am ready,” he reported.

- Uh ...- I did not expect such a turn, I thought to talk, although I thought that I had said nothing at all, there was a minute when I relaxed, dreamed and melted in my dreams, I was just a fool, but it was silly to unlock, move to later, and after, but no, everything in my chest was so hot, so hot, I wanted admiration, an enthusiastic look, and I don’t know, I couldn’t admit to myself, I just wanted attention if not the man, but the boy, surprisingly, but I yearned for this chest feeling , and she ached so, - right now? - I asked a little scared.

“I am ready,” he repeated, and began to fasten a sheet of paper to the tablet.

It was hard, as if I had a heavy backpack on my shoulders, I got up from the chair and trying to keep myself more straight out of the pavilion. The head was buzzing, but the thoughts danced like a pinpong ball jumped from side to side and not a single idea, not a single decision. I went into the next room where the sofa was and now what? She twisted her head, he was waiting there, but I’m an adult woman, his classmate’s mother, a journalist, I have a reputation, I’m known, and I can’t like that, stupid, just stupid, but why did I say so, to play around, so that here stand and whine at herself. I was ashamed of my words, and even more so for actions, I shouldn’t have done so and shouldn’t have to go here at all, what would they think if anyone found out, that’s what it was.

I looked at the walls, I had seen them before, but somehow I didn’t attach any importance, there were masks on the walls, there were a dozen of them, there were carnival, big ones with horns, and they were New Year's for person X, there were Venetian with bells, and just with feathers, I took one of them and looked at it. Big eyes, a golden nose, a small pattern turns into a rainbow color at the edges, and in the middle like a princess, a large purple feather. Not such, but simpler, I bought my dad for the new year, we circled around the Christmas tree and sang songs, and then told stories and made wishes and it seemed to me that no one would recognize me, it is only I see them as they are, although mom and Dad was wearing masks. Wore a mask and went to the mirror, the memories are so warm and mysterious, and why not, I suddenly thought, looking at my reflection in the mask, because the main thing is incognito, and the body it is the body. Having made such a simple and at the same time logical decision, it became easy for me, I quickly took off all my clothes, a boy sat behind the wall, who at first saw a naked woman, and I again hesitated, but not to stand and not to tremble with fear I quickly went out into the corridor and headed to the hall.

It was not clever to go, I didn’t even go home naked, my husband became big, not by his position, but he became just big, his belly bulges, his face was round, he became not sleepy, shapeless, and the son, he is already big, understands everything, therefore An empty corridor in a strange house, naked, was hard, walked awkwardly like a duck, even ridiculous, straightened her shoulders, her breasts tightened, oh God, I thought, and entered the hall.

Silence, it would be better if he was silent, I proudly walked slowly, felt the face turn red, the boy the age of my son carefully looked at me, I was really ashamed of my naked body if the old man who knew in his life looked at me and young and shaky old age or a man of my age, who, like a male, read my body and understands who I am, I would not be so uncomfortable, but this is a boy, still very young, probably I’m doing something wrong, how I stupidly and recklessly acted, all I thought for now was slowly I went to the studio.

“You are beautiful,” Alex said suddenly to chant.

“Thank you,” his words melted my body, my hands began to move more freely, now I was not so afraid for my chest, which was waving slightly in my gait.

“It was great to come up with a mask, cool,” he said admiringly.

And then I caught myself and quickly asked him.

“Only between us,” I said affirmatively.

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