Flutist walked along the sidewalk. Just walked. Walked.

Clearly, he rarely did it. Do not even remember when the last time. When the trees were big. But it happened. October has fallen this way - and it strives to knock it all together. And Flutist put aside cases that had not been left behind for many years, and just walked like simple passersby through a simple autumn street, sparkling with all the shades of crimson and copper.

People walked by - ordinary, young and old, fat and thin. Gloomy, colorless, like a golden autumn prevented them from rushing, frowning, in their own business.

What a contrast, thought Flutist, squinting in the sun. It, without being asked, opened a kind of flap in his head, and thoughts, which it was not supposed to do before, poured into it. Flutist frowned and curved lips ...

And here she passed by.

It lasted seven seconds, from the power of ten — while She walked towards the Flute-player, who had raised his eyes to the road, with some familiar peasant ... To hell with a peasant!

Stranger's heels were already clattering behind his back, and Flutist was all standing without turning around. Then he grunted and turned around.

Two figures were removed along the copper-gold corridor: ordinary - and air, weightless, like sheaves of sunlight.

Funny ...

Either some special day, or the blame of the sun, which tries to paint gray people with its gold, and everything is for nothing, and only one face shines back, like a little sunbeam ...

It was an uneasy face. Flutist realized that he had met a rare beast - living natural beauty.

But it was not even that. He saw hundreds of beauties, and not only saw, but also felt, and did many different amusing things with them. But this time, in seven seconds, she managed to stab him somewhere, where she was already sick from the autumn sun.

Laughing at himself in his heart, Flutist followed the pair.

***

Sasha Lukyanova, as she remembered herself, was an ordinary mischievous girl — no worse and no better than others.

Her appearance did not cause in her neither complexes nor illusions: there were super-beauty babies in the class, and Sashka never tried to challenge their primacy. She did not cut and did not dye her hair, did not torture her body with piercing-tattoos, like all beginning sex-bombs of her school, but simply lived in the world as it is.

Everything changed before the last graduation class. Sasha spent this summer on the sea - the whole two months, from July to September.

In that year, much has changed: her dad finally stopped mope after his mother's departure and went into business. There was money in the house. It was strange, and Sasha was joking that she would not get used to being the daughter of an oligarch.

In the summer, my father poked around and bought a whole house in Sochi for Sasha. He himself also visited there once in two or three weeks, but mostly Sasha was resting alone. (It so happened that the family of Sashkina did not have that quacking that usually surrounds girls of her age. She and her father trusted each other.)

Sasha didn’t meet anyone, didn’t hang out at the bars, and didn’t flirt with swearing machoes under the elbow. She just swam for hours and roasted on the beach. She had a special skin that did not darken, but poured in gold like a peach in the sun. Long hair Sasha's hair, and so bright, burned separate locks, and in the twilight she seemed gray.

Initially, Sasha did not feel any changes. Inside, she remained the same Sasha - a wild little girl, about which no one knows what's on her mind.Of course, she was surprised that in two months she had to change five swimsuits. Only just bought - and already crushes, digs into the body, like a crocodile of some kind. Throwing out four pieces, she bought a fifth outgrowth (not a swimsuit, but a real hammock) and was determined to swim only on nudike. Sasha was already there (well, how can you resist?) When she came this time, she took off her dress - and suddenly realized that everyone was looking only at her.

A week later, the "hammock" was sitting like a glove. It was just some kind of trouble. Her normal girlish 2nd and a half, grown back in the eighth grade, was quite happy with Sasha, but now the “tweakers” (as she called them) went crazy and turned into real Tits.

Following the swimsuits in the trash flew dress, burst in two days.

- What are you, the elixir of growth drank like Masha from the cartoon? - Daddy was jokingly frowning. It’s good that he was now an oligarch: for this holiday Sasha had to completely renew his summer wardrobe.

Sashka did not notice the glances that he had sneaked at her, and the swarm of boyfriends who had emerged from nowhere, blamed on her brand new Tits, which she could not get used to. But before returning home, her father called her to talk.

“Sashul,” he said. “I don’t even know how to talk about it with you.”

- Come on, na, - Sasha giggled and threw tights at him. - It seems so incomprehensible.

- What do you understand?

- That you are not in vain all such a solemn walk. I will have a stepmother, yes? I will not pour acid on her, na. I respect your choice and ...

- Not.

- What is no?

- Not a stepmother. Do you even let your father say what he wants?

- Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I listen, - Sasha was really intrigued.

“Sashul,” he began again. - Eeee ... meee ...

- Well, do not torment, pa!

- I do not torment! Uh ... take care, okay?

- What are you doing? - Sasha was surprised.

- Togo. You do not see yourself, you do not know who you have become.

- In whom? In the princess frog?

- Nearly. Do you not notice, uh ... some male attention to yourself?

“Well ... I notice,” Sashka said, surprised.

- So: it is flowers. You become, my daughter, in some way ... how to put it mildly ... In short, it is usually called "outstanding appearance" ...

- I would not say that it turned out shorter, - put in Sasha.

—... and girls who have this data usually have a lot of problems with them.

- You want to say that I finally ceased to be a ugly freak? - asked Sasha, looking at herself in the mirror.

- Do not be silly. You were never a freak. Just ... take care, okay? - father went to her. So serious, Sasha has not seen him for a long time. - Take care, and ... you are already different, Sashul. Quite another.

- What? Fangs to the very nose and belly on the side? - Sasha tried to joke.

It sounded strained, and she was embarrassed.

***

Dad was right: this year everything was really different.

Sasha was molested at the airports, on the plane, on the subway, on the minibuses and on the street, despite the fact that she was packing her Tits in three layers of rags (by the end of the summer it was cold). She talked with them like Neighbor Aunt Lusha and her cats: “And why the hell do I need you like that? Sense from you? ... “Sasha treated the harassment as if it were some kind of a joke, and she couldn’t believe that it would always be like that now. Or at least a very long time.

“Shave or something, bald,” she complained jokingly to her dad. - Or repaint in green?

“If you do that, I’ll shoot myself,” my dad answered very seriously, and Sashka would butt his head like a little one.

The school was even more interesting. Sasha could have sworn that she had not done anything, well, really, nothing new. The first days it seemed that everything was still - well, except for girlish girls about her new boobs. Sasha only caught the eyes and the whispers of the boys (she had already learned how to do it).

After two weeks it was clear that an invisible revolution had occurred in the classroom. Sasha has not a single girlfriend left, while the super-beauty beauties have not a single cavalier. All the Don Juans of her class were buzzing with an excited swarm around Sashka.Initially, it amused her, then it became annoying, and when she began to find needles and pieces of shit in her clothes, she didn’t have to laugh at all. She had no idea what to do with all this, and was at a loss.

“I warned you,” my father said calmly. - It's just flowers. Get used to it, daughter.

His new acquaintances, business partners, behaved with Sasha and were completely unaccustomed: they told her ...