in it, and yet so often looked into his eyes. He is smart, short-haired, Roman hairstyle, Komsomol badge, although the Komsomol has been gone for ten years, it does not look like others, does not copy fashion, in and of itself, his style of clothes, light jeans, moccasins, and watches in a case on a belt. Beautiful clock, like a vintage lid, once I saw them, bronze. And yet, is it possible that what Valya said is true, or did she just say so to distract her eyes, blocking the third? No, it does not seem to be, but in other matters, I don't care. And yet this thought didn’t give me peace if it’s true, and we have different girls in the class, many have boys with whom they are friends, but then they didn’t refuse Alexey, or they couldn’t, or just curiosity, and when gone far failed to refuse, and maybe nothing at all was. With these thoughts, I fell asleep.

The next day, as a young girl, I looked at Alexei’s lesson, strangely all this, did not tell me that he likes girls in general, sits to himself, draws, occasionally looks out the window, waiting for the lesson to end. If it was him, he probably recognized my voice, our views met several times, but I did not see in him even a hint of embarrassment. Really, I don’t understand people at all, don’t really know this whole story for me, Valya, and I believed her, I look stupid.

A few days passed, the control began, the first quarter is coming to an end, it is necessary to tighten the loafers, they are both among boys and girls. When Aleksey came to the lesson, I noticed that I began to look at him often, he was mysterious, even mysterious, he had few friends, Vadim and Andrey, one excellent student, and the second is a bad student who connects them to each other. I began to feel girlish sympathy for him, sometimes even in his chest it tingled, stupidly, the boy is twenty years younger than me, and I look at him as a peer, naively, but no one interfered with my imagination.

At home, in silence I could, with my eyes closed, think about mine, just as I did at school, dreamed, worried, fell in love with dreams and suffered. It's amazing what his imagination can do with a person, it is worth relaxing and you fly away into the world of fantasy and sometimes it is difficult to determine where reality is and where is fiction. At school I loved one boy, he was younger than me, and therefore I was even more afraid to approach him, and he was one of the hooligans, and I didn’t refer myself to them. I could fantasize so much that when I came to school I went to his class, but when I came to the door of the class, I immediately woke up realizing that all this was just a fantasy. It was bitter to understand that this is only a world of illusions. And now, I could sit at home and think about anything, about Alexey, that I study with him in one class, I was glad that the story of Vera was not confirmed in my understanding, it means he was not like he was described, it means .. . And what does it all matter what he is.

Thursday, today was a day of control, and I was not used to taking work home, I think that the house is the house, so I sat, checking the work again until late. At school, the lessons were over, the cleaning lady was cleaning the floors in the corridor, some lights were still on. I locked the class and went to the exit. Going down, between the stairwells, I saw Alexey, what he was doing here so late, I thought, I decided to pass by, but I stopped, I was curious.

- I saw something interesting? - I asked, looked out the window, where he looks.

“Yes,” he seemed to be waiting for my question, “that woman over there, I know her, she stands here every day.”

I looked at the distant figure, it could be said that she was about fifty years old or more, wearing a coat, several full bags at her feet, she just stood there and that was it.

- She is a bum, I often see her in the park when it's warm, she sits there and reads a book, and then goes outside, sits down near a bookstore and takes a nap with a plate in her hand.

I put my hands on the windowsill and began to look closely at the distant figure, then at Alexei, I also saw her, but did not pay attention, at one time there were many beggars and those who really needed money and those who made it their business. Words did not occur to me, I just tried to imagine what she was thinking.

Alexey put his palm on my hand, his palm was warm, the sharp contrast between the cold window-sill and his hand, a shiver passed over my back, and I shivered involuntarily. Carefully, I stretched my palm out from under his fingers; Alexey didn’t even pay attention or pretended that he hadn’t noticed it. Something sank in my chest, it became empty, just a moment ago, my heart was beating and I started beating happily, but now everything was empty and quiet. I felt sad, pain in my chest was sad, why so, why, I wanted to run, just foolishly take and run, but how long I can run, run at school, at the institute, and then at work, and then, I ran all the time, why so, what I fear. I didn’t know what to say to myself, stood silently and looked out the window, Alexey, said something, calmly, even gently, I didn’t understand what he was saying, I didn’t hear him, I was thinking about his warm and so tender palm . It is stupid to condemn when you are on the sidelines, but I struggled with myself, I wanted warmth, tenderness, as in my youth, that they would hug you, and kiss you and whisper that you are loved. Foolish thoughts, stupid situation and in general everything is stupid to stand like this and stare at this window. I made efforts, my body was stiff, as if frozen in a piece of ice, I moved my fingers, then my hand became lighter, now I could turn my torso and look at Alexey, he spoke and smiled, he has a beautiful smile. I took his hand, squeezed it a little with my fingers, raised it to my lips and kissed it. What am I doing, I went mad, remember, stupid woman, remembered childhood, did not share, did not play, you are thirty-five, and he probably is not sixteen, stop ... This voice shouted at me.

I woke up, shook my head, and with horror looked at the palm of Alexei, which was holding her lips. Having let go of his hand, I wanted to apologize and leave already, but ...

“Do you have an office key?”

“Yes,” I replied mechanically, and rummaging in my purse took it out.

“Let's go,” said Alexey, and turning, he began to think about the stairs.

I do not know why, but I went after him. Probably, curiosity worked, and maybe just wanted to do at least something, but not to run as usual. We walked to the office door, the heels echoed echoing in the hallway, I opened the door, and we entered. Alexey held out his hand and looked at the key in my hand, I gave it to him, decided to come and turn on the light, but stopped, instead I went to my desk, put the bag, behind my back I heard the lock in the doorway closed. Tolley chill, or the heat covered my body, I turned and looked at Alexei. He quietly took out the key from the keyhole, put it on the first desk and without saying a word, without turning on the light, went to the end of the class, stopping at the cabinets with test tubes, he looked at me and unbuttoned his jacket.

I was curious what he was thinking, the heart beat and began to sob in my chest, like a girl who was invited for a first date.

Olya looked at the young man who was standing in the corner of the class and unbuttoning his jacket, he did not pay attention to the woman, as if she was not there at all. Having unbuttoned his jacket, the young man took it off and neatly hung it on the hanger of his chair, then slowly took off his tie, then his shirt, untied his shoes and placed it beside the chair as he slowly took off his pants, shirt and smelting. The young man remained completely naked, he did not hesitate, did not hide behind, and defiantly looked at the woman, who with great surprise ate not with horror watching him from the other end of the class.

Olya was in the stopper, so they say about people who could not do anything from their experience or what they saw. In spite of the fact that the light was not turned on in the class, she saw everything, probably, she had to expel him from the class now, scream and become real ... Read more →