More than ten years have passed since then, and finally, I decided to tell my story.

In those old times I was a simple student at the Faculty of Physics and Mathematics at the university of a small town. Hormones seething, but my natural modesty prevented me from gaining popularity among the female sex. And although I was already 20 years old, I still remained a virgin. All my unspent energy was directed to study. I then became very interested in programming and sat at a computer all night long. On one of these nights, this story began, which radically changed my whole life.

It was late spring outside. The girls had already got their summer outfits, and I was trying to find another error in the program code at half past one night. Exhausted, I connected an old modem. The familiar howls went painfully, but the connection was never established.

“What kind of bad luck! - I cursed and pulled out of the stash an opened pack of blue Cherchel. -

Though here lucky.

I grinned sadly and went to the balcony. At that time I was renting a small one-room apartment, on the second floor of an old two-story house, designed for only eight apartments. Outside the window was an impenetrable night. I lit a cigarette, I leaned out of the window and looked around. The windows of the house looked out onto the platform of a suburban station, followed by rows of paths. And only in the distance there were several houses. Some windows still glowed. Vulgar thoughts, as always, began to climb into my head.

“But it’s possible that behind one of them there is some kind of pretty student who has just returned from the disco and, dressing up in some shorts in front of the mirror, is getting ready for bed. Or maybe she didn’t come alone, and then sleep doesn’t shine for them, ”I smiled again, sadly, and dragged on once more.

“Damn, if there was a telescope, one could see what was going on there, and some are lucky.”

My friend lived on the fourth floor of a five-story building, and his windows looked out on the same typical building. There even with the naked eye it was possible to consider a lot of interesting things. And here...

I made a tight puff and ... did not breathe out, as my eyes were riveted by a bright band in the dark starry sky. No, I had seen falling meteorites before, but this band ended, just around the corner of my house, on a small grove overgrown with thick bushes.

As I was in tights and t-shirt, I flew out into the street. Looking around, I chose the direction and ran. On the run, I caught myself thinking that all this was accompanied by a ringing silence. Stopping, I looked again.

Silence. On the street, no one except me.

Reaching the bushes, I began to push the branches, which were only covered with young leaves.

“And what do I hope for? By the light of the moon, find a little pebble. ”

I almost laughed, but then my eyes caught on the faint glimmer.In a small depression, a meteorite about the size of a large plum really lay weakly glowing.

“And the truth is small. Although I wonder if the dimensions were larger, there would not have been a bright stroke on the sky. ”

Approaching a hollow in the ground, I squatted down and carefully extended my hand. Despite the faint glow, there was not even a hint of heat coming from it.

"If it were a little brighter, I could not notice it," - flashed through my head.

Touched his finger. Cool, smooth surface.

"Maybe it is radioactive, that's glowing," the thought flashed and went out in the back of the mind.

I moved my hand away.

“Damn, for once, lucky, and again I am neither fish nor meat. Maybe it will be possible to sell it, but with the money received ... “- And immediately a lot of thoughts appeared, on which it would be possible to spend them.

“It may even be enough for a telescope, and I can look in and find out what is happening on the other side of the luminous windows,” said an inner voice.

“Aha, with my luck, there will be an old paralyzed grandmother” - answered my mind.

I laughed and quickly took it in my hand. Small, moderately weighty and slightly glowing. I put it in my pants pocket and went home.

Having entered the apartment and returned to the balcony, I, with trembling hands, took out another cigarette and lit it again. Adrenaline was asleep, and I was starting to sausage. The stone was in his pocket. I made a couple of puffs and calmed down a bit when my ears caught a rhythmic clatter. On the platform was a girl. She was wearing a tight T-shirt, a short skirt and small elegant shoes with heels. In her hands she carried a small handbag. Getting into the light of the apron lanterns it was possible to see that she was smiling slightly.

“Someone had a nice romantic evening,” I thought, and moved away into the depths of the balcony so that I could not be seen.

She came closer and closer, another flashlight highlighted the elastic chest of the second size, slightly covered with a T-shirt. Vulgar and at the same time sad thoughts got into my head.

"But I saw only the chest in the picture, but this one today probably felt for someone."

"THERE WOULD BE A LOOK AT IT."

At this point, the girl entered the next circle of light, which was just opposite my window. Something made her stop and turn in my direction.

“She can't see me!” Flashed through my head, and I pressed myself even deeper into the balcony.

The girl smiled at some of her thoughts, after which she took both hands on the edges of the T-shirt and raised it, exposing her chest.

Two small elastic breasts clearly loomed in the light of the lamp, dark nipples halos attracted the eye. She squeezed them slightly with her hands, lowered her T-shirt and walked on, as if nothing had happened, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Part 1. Stall

For a while I tried to recover. A lot of events for one night. Dropping into a chair and trying to rethink everything that happened in the last hour, I took out a meteorite and began to examine it in the moonlight. He was still, barely perceptible, glowing.

"What if it is connected!" - flashed through my head. - "But how!"

The thought is material! - They taught us at the lessons of philosophy.

And then the idea of ​​pretending to life.

“We had to think something else! And I like a fool, stood and stared! Stop! I believed that! ”

Sprawling in an armchair, I twisted a heavenly stone in my hands, and there was an argument in my head.

“And what to guess? We must take and check! - I looked out the window. Not a single living soul. -

So, it is necessary to move to where more people. "

Quickly dressed, I jumped out into the street.

“And where at three o'clock in the morning I will find the people,” flashed through my head, and my legs were already approaching the nearest stop.

It was deserted, only a lonely boy stood aside and looked at the empty road.

"Blonde on bezrybe and fist!" - I said to myself and headed in his direction.

"So what? Ask him to show his chest too? ”- I almost neighing, but taking myself together, I became nearby and pretended that I was looking for something. Just in case, checked the stone. In your pocket, not evaporated.

"LET IT ASK AS HOW MUCH IS NOW OF TIME," I said clearly to myself.

The young man raised his head, looked around, and noticing me smiled slightly.

- Tell me what time is it? - He said in my direction.

“Beginning of the fourth,” I barely said, since my throat was instantly dry.

- There is no smoke?

- No problem! - I already answered more boldly and handed him a pack.

“Thank you, I was late for something, probably there will be no transport anymore,” said the lad and walked away.

For a while I watched him go.

“It really works! Now we need to fix the result. "

Glancing around the stop, my gaze fell on a stall, to the end of which she adjoined. Usually a woman of not a certain age lived in her, who, by her appearance, was very tired of life, and she had absolutely no concern for those around her. Purely on the machine, I began to look for money to buy water, because of all the experiences in my throat pretty dry. After a couple of minutes, I realized that in a hurry ...