My wonderful niece Svetlana, the light of my eyes and her parents, a clever girl, a Komsomol member, an athlete, and just a beauty, one day came to visit me. A little embarrassed, which is not typical of such a bright beauty and a cleverly skillful gymnast athlete, she gave me her diary. Having kissed me gently, she asked to read him not as a diary of her beloved nephew, but as a teacher of literature, she reads the writings of her pupils. And so I appreciated her passions of youth and the diary of a young senior student. What I did ...

Prologue.

This incredible event in Altai changed my entire fate. It happened to me in those distant years of my youth, when you look at the world around you with naive eyes in love.

I was 18 years old, the school was successfully completed, and the entrance exams to the university passed perfectly.

It was no longer necessary to worry and worry about the near future, at least for 5 years of study. I did not feel myself as a student yet, but I was anticipating a month of summer vacation in one of the most beautiful places in Siberia - in the mountainous Altai. My aunt had been inviting me for a long time, and I wanted to visit those picturesque taiga places - I hadn’t been there for a long time.

Having packed my things and gifts for my aunt into a small suitcase, I said goodbye to my parents, smacking them goodbye, and took a taxi to the airport.

In a small plane (I do not remember the brand) I felt terrible. At each airhole, a lump rolled up to his throat and laid his ears. One pleased that the flight did not last long, a little more than 2 hours.

Landing successfully, and mentally thanking the crew for the soft landing, I went to a small local airport. Having received her luggage, she called her parents and aunt - she reported on her arrival.

After half an hour a taxi took me to the house of my aunt.

She met me near the gate, tapping my fingers nervously on the low fence that enclosed the house and garden.

- Well, hello, nephew! Give me a kiss! Wow, how beautiful you have become! - Aunt Ira did not cease to admire, hugging me and turning now one side or another.

- Well, what opened his mouth? - She turned in a stern voice to the taxi driver - a young guy. - You do not see, the nephew is tired from the road, drag her suitcase to the house! Worth drooling dissolved. Good girlfriend? That, know ours!

The chauffeur meekly picked up the suitcase and carried it to the house, and we followed him. Aunt paid off the guy and he left.

- I suppose hungry? Well, come on, Hosh in the shower, Hosh immediately at the table!

She shortened the words a little, but it was so cute!

My aunt's house was a good one, built of larch. He was still built by his aunt's husband (now deceased)

The hall and the kitchen are large and spacious, as are the three rooms in the house. There was still a little light in which I had to live. The room was small but very comfortable. On the second floor of the house - attic. There, my late uncle (bright memory to him!) Always did something. He was a famous craftsman and woodcarver. Therefore, the house itself and the furniture in it were very beautiful. The house did not look like a simple hut, but rather resembled a cottage decorated with wooden patterned carvings. Even the doors inside the house were in wooden laces. Uncle had golden hands!

While I was considering the decoration of the house, Aunt Ira had already laid the table in the living room. Entering the room, I gasped - I was greeted like a dear overseas guest.

- Well, why, aunt! I even feel uncomfortable! So much for me alone ...

- Why for one? For us! Do not be embarrassed, and sit down and eat. Have you already taken a shower?

- Oh, no more! I looked at the beauty in the rooms. I quickly ran to the bathroom and took a shower. She returned to a freshened table and in a mini homemade robe, which barely covered the priest.

- Wow! What a seductive ass of my niece! And about a breast I am silent! - Aunt gave me a light slap on the ass and said: - Sit down soon, we note your arrival. Tell me how your parents are doing, how your sister feels?

The table was full of various delicacies: young boiled potatoes with dill, pickled butter and salted milk mushrooms, homemade sausage and fried chicken, fresh and salted tomatoes and cucumbers, various salads, cheese ... But the top of this “meadow” was a large crystal decanter with the famous au gratin from berries. I do not know her recipe, but I never drank such liqueurs, nor have I ever drunk!

In the liqueur there was a taste of raspberries, currants, cherries and something else. She was moderately sweet and strong.

With pleasure and appetite, I ate food and saw the brandy, not forgetting to talk about the latest news in my family.

Soon I got drunk from the liqueur and became sick of food.

- Uh uh! Yes, you already bite your nose! - Aunt hugged me around the waist and led me into the bedroom, where the bed was already spread.

- Rest, nephew! Get some sleep, and tomorrow morning we will go to the taiga for mushrooms and berries. Taiga air breathe and work up your appetite. And then thin, like a spring rook! Do not feed you my sister, or something ...

And smacking me on the cheek, Aunt Ira retired, quietly closing the door behind her.

I immediately fell into a deep sleep, under the measured ticking of the clock on the wall.

In the morning, with the first rays of the sun, a rooster shouted in the courtyard. His brooding kukarekuuu echoed along the street and he was echoed by the neighboring cocks.

The aunt was already busy with the housework, feeding the chickens and geese and collecting eggs in the hen-house.

I quickly jumped off the bed and, having made a few strokes with my hands and feet instead of charging, went into the shower.

Coming out of the shower, I twisted my long braid. Looking at myself in the mirror, I again decided the dilemma - to cut the braid or not. On the one hand, there is a lot of trouble with her - she is already up to the waist, and she has become heavy. On the other hand, it was my pride! All the girls in the school and in the yard were jealous of me. Thick hair of beautiful brown color with a red tint, and even slightly curly.

I opened the suitcase, took out gifts for my aunt and began to lay out my belongings in the wardrobe and chest of drawers. She spread her cosmetics, perfume, hair dryer and combs, elastics and hairpins on the nightstand.

Then, wearing a light summer dress, went out of the house.

A dog ran up to me immediately and wagged its tail. I stroked the dog, patted a friendly nape and

called out: - Aunt! Ay? Where are you?

- Here I am! - came a voice from behind, I even shuddered in surprise. Irina was standing with a small basket full of chicken eggs.

- I see that Rex recognized you. In place, Rex! - and my aunt pulled my hand into the house.

- Now we will have breakfast. Do you love yeken?

- I eat everything, I don’t go through it.

- Well, okay! Set the table in the kitchen.

- Yes, I completely forgot, Aunt Ira! Yesterday, they chattered, did not give you gifts. Excuse me! - I rushed into the room and made gifts.

- This is from my mother and father, and this one is from me - try on! - I handed the aunt a package.

- ABOUT! Thank you, nephew! What a gorgeous terry robe! And how beautiful! In winter it will be just right and sits on me as well! And then what? - she pointed to the packaging with gifts.

- Open! And then maybe the ancestors did not please ...

In one package was a wooden box with Khokhloma painting on the lid, opened with varnish. In it lay beads of real white pearls and earrings with the same pearls, framed in blackened silver. In another package with a small bow were French perfume (a terrible shortage at the time)

- Well, vaasche! Well respected! - Irina said admiringly and began to try on beads and earrings. Then she perfumed herself, not forgetting to irrigate me with an exquisite aroma.

- Oh, what a smell! Just a delight! It was obvious that the auntie liked the presents very much.

We had a hearty breakfast and began to gather mushrooms and berries.

The aunt was already retired, although it was difficult to name her as a pensioner. Youthful, smart, stocky, like all Siberians. There are almost no wrinkles on the face, only a little on the forehead and near the eyes in the form of rays ....