A tall young woman walked firmly along the sidewalk. The cold September wind overtook it with yellow foliage of poplars, forcing it to run away from freezing rain. Passers-by also sought to hide in the comfort of the premises.

The woman, heading to her store selling live flowers and related products, walked past a grocery store, who noticed a low, puny peasant. In an old tracksuit, in a knitted hat, he tried to hide from the frost behind the column. Humming at his image of a woman, however, shivered imagining how cold he was. Having shaken shoulders, she immediately forgot about him - she didn’t care about this little snatch, because she didn’t like people.

It is impossible to say that it was a man-hatred, simply did not love, - women, because there are ladies among them more beautiful and more beautiful than her. Men - because of the violence that classmates have committed over her.

She went to the flower shop. After talking with the seller Irina, I wrote down the names of the goods that were ending in a notebook, collected the daily receipts from the cash register. Taking out a cell phone, in the memory of which there were only three numbers - Irina, the supplier and her aunt Olya, called the supplier and placed an order. Saying goodbye to Ira, I went to a nearby bank, where I spent some time necessary for the delivery of cash.

So she spent almost every evening.

Returning, she nevertheless appealed to the man, roughly asking:

- What, you will not go to the store? Frozen after all!

The man replied that he would be invited when the people would resolve. He is instructed to sort out the rotten vegetables.

“Ahhh, okay then,” the woman left and walked away.

However, reaching the corner, she stopped, thought about something and swore roughly. Returning to the man, she again rudely asked:

- What do you buy? Port wine? Bread? Cigarettes? - He needed only bread and lemonade or kvass. Picking up groceries in the store, she realized the fallacy of her judgment, taking every man standing at the store for a drunkard or beggar. In addition to bread, she bought sliced ​​sausages and cheese.

“My name is Olga,” the woman introduced herself. “Andrei,” it seemed that the man had saved his strength, before that he responded laconically.

“I bought you bread with sausage and cheese.” - A man immediately bit off the brioche loaf, quickly chewed, choking swallowed.

- Go home, shaking from the cold.

- Not me here. From Makinsk Akmola region.

The flash solution came:

- Let's go ... those, I have a meal and get warm. - The man, continuing to bite off the bread, slouched after him.

On the way, they were silent, and Olga recalled how, at the age of eight, she dragged the kitten home, from which she later became infected. Olga cursed herself for having once felt sorry for the kitten, and today she almost remained indifferent to the freezing, hungry person.

And in her childhood she had her hair trimmed and treated for a long time. They were treated by angry, disgruntled doctors from the infectious diseases department. Maybe for this reason, she developed immunity - she never got sick again.

Olga lived not far, but that was enough - Andrei, who was completely weakened, could not keep up with her tall, ninety-meter tall woman. Decisions she made quickly - he must spend the night at her, and then we'll see.

- Now I feed you. - Suddenly going to a friendly "you", said Olga. - I have a fresh soup, will you?

Andrew, crouching on the stool, nodded. From the heat it began to shake. Food and a pleasant atmosphere went to his advantage, the chill passed.

- Now you buy - I do not like dirty people! And then lie down here on the couch to sleep. In the morning we'll see.

While Andrei was bathing in the bathroom, she was deciding how to deal with his clothes, smelly and decrepit. A woman could not find anything out of her clothes — too big a difference in body size. Olya went to the neighbors, who had a son of about the same physique as the one found.Lied to them that a cousin arrived, who was beaten up on the train, taking all things with her. Teenagers quickly grow out of new clothes - the neighbors did have a lot of things suitable for Andrei, but they refused money offered for things.

Andrew still basked in the bath. Olga went to the bathroom with shame, said about clothes. He began to protest, but agreed with her stubborn look.

At night, Andrew became ill - still a cold! The doctor who arrived at the ambulance, said - ARVI, prescribed medication. Warned about the need to contact a therapist. “Now I can only make an injection,” said the doctor.

Lead Andrei to the clinic, Olga did not want to, remembering her "treatment." I ran to the pharmacy, took medicine. The pharmacist also advised how to treat a cold. For a woman who had not been ill for twenty years, who had no children and relatives to gain experience in treatment, this was a difficult question.

In the morning, Andrew told how he found himself in this position. He really took the money. He worked at a construction site in the city. Having received a salary, he was going to go home to Kazakhstan. At the station, the robbers pushed him into a dark corner, began to look for money, apparently aware of the payroll. They took the money, threw clothes and a backpack with the rest of the things under the passing locomotive. Therefore, he is wearing such clothes - this is a robe that has remained untouched because it was lying in a bag. In the city, from acquaintances there was only a customer, but you will not reach it.

- And the documents taken? - sympathized with Olga.

- Yes, why do they need them, out in the package. True, they got dirty under the locomotive ... Can I watch TV? I want to know the news.

The TV was old, older than the hostess, and "did not turn on for seven hundred years." Olya tried to turn on, however, the smoke coming from the unit, stifled all hope. “I'd rather read you a book,” suggested Olya.

So two days passed, while he lay, from time to time getting up to eat. First, Olga read him a detective story. Then she did not notice how she switched to a story about her life.

Mom died when Olga was almost adult, and her father was not at all. “Quit?”, Asked Andrei. It turned out that he died in the war. In Afghan. Mom was already pregnant when a loved one was drafted into the army. His parents, having learned about the pregnancy, were very happy, dreamed of how they would make the wedding. “But ... but soon a zinc coffin came. V-oh! ”From such a misfortune, the father’s parents fell ill and died. Olya's mom was left alone, only her sister, also Olga, helped raise the baby. Maybe the souls of all the relatives, maybe the help of the aunt helped Ole grow up. “You see, what kind of a colossus I am?” He sometimes asked questions, and sometimes talked about his life.

Andrew asked for a rope or twine. "I'm tired of idleness, let's macrame spin." Twine was found in a flower shop. The same evening, Andrew, sitting on the couch, began to weave, and Olya continued to speak.

Since mom's death, never said so much. Olga was a closed man because of her dislike for people. People felt this, so they did not start the conversation themselves. The men in the courtyard were afraid of her, calling her by the eyes, either a “brittle person,” or some kind of Julia Dulova. “This is from a comedy show, there is a character, the same build, as you,” said Andrei. “And why is it a wrench?” - he asked. Embarrassed, blushing slightly, Olya told me that at the age of fifteen she fell in love with a classmate who was suitable for her height. After a while he began to harass her, but ...

“I, fool, did not come,” the flame of bashfulness covered the mistress’s cheeks, “maybe it would be different.” Maybe they would part as a friend.

In the senior class, the guy, tired of waiting, lured her into a physics classroom. There were four other schoolmates. They threw her on the table, four held her, and he began to rape. It was terribly painful and embarrassing. But at some point the old table, unable to withstand the swaying, fell apart. The stunned guys did not have time to step aside. Evil, sharp ...