As a man of art, Nina Georgievna knew that it was impossible to achieve creative success through violence. Simply find another artist.

However, the terms of the rehearsal in the conditions of the finished scenery were approaching and there was no time to bother about the new artist. The woman, forced, was looking for a compromise.

Suppressing ambition, she approached the soldier lying on his back, and said in a very calm voice:

“I didn’t think to insult you, Boris Petrovich (well, it turns out she knew his name and patronymic!), Let's reasonably discuss the situation that has arisen ...

“And I didn’t think that you would come up with a“ look at the girls ”... - said Bolshakov, staying lying, but turning sideways in her direction.

Now he saw Bestuzhev near and from bottom to top.

Gymnastics-covered tights bend of the hip. A tubercle of the pubis ... A barely perceptible fold of tissue in the perineal region ... A flat belly with a stripe of uncovered body ... Peaks of breasts crowding a supple beacon with elastic relief ...

- Yes, I love to see a beautiful body - said Bolshakov "on the machine", devouring the spicy details of the female figure with his eyes. - Like yours, for example. I love the organized dance movement. But, not as a spy, but as a theater-goer, who understands the harmony of fine art ...

“God, I'm a whip! And here "the harmony of fine art, when I already have ..."

He sat with his hands on his knees and looking at the wooden floor, because in another pose, the manifestation of the activity of the awakened "Baby" would become noticeable.

But what turned out to be in front of his eyes continued to turn.

At a distance of half-stretched hands, there were slender calves of a professional dancer! ..

“It is necessary to stretch his palm toward them, and push his head into the stomach, and her warm, desired body will lie on the mats, and I will be on top! Pulling the gum of the leotard and pushing “Toddler” into the cave between these beautiful legs ... Even the effort should not be applied ... When falling, the legs themselves move apart ... When will there be another chance? ... "

“Hey, don't go on your head! - the bogus “Boris” stopped Bolshakov’s fantasies. - Violence is not our method. “Hands off Angela Davis! ""

“And if she likes it?” Suggested Petrovich.

“You can spoil everything, cartridge!” - warned me in a mournful voice.

- ... Just something, I asked, - continued the phrase, Bolshakov, interrupted by a second temptation, - to give me the opportunity, for a while, to interrupt the painting routine, to be in the corner of the dance class, to make sketches ... You saw Edgar's pictures Degas about ballet?

“I don’t like the work of this impressionist,” said Nina Georgievna, not suspecting how close her marital wealth was to the invasion of another member. - There is no feminine grace in them, only multicolor. Yes, stand up, in the end! There is nothing to consider my pointe shoes and ankles.

Bolshakov jumped to his feet so swiftly that Nina Georgievna was forced to retreat a little.

- Yes? - cried Bestuzhev. - And the portrait of the ballerina Karsavina in the drawing by Valentin Serov! Or - pastel Kosorukov soloist of the Bolshoi Theater Ekaterina Maximova in "Ikara"! They do not have the so-called "multicolor". One monochrome graphics. But what a hidden speaker! Impression is resting ... You were familiar with Maximova?

- It was ... - Bestuzheva from the side suddenly noticed a bulging “economy” bulging from the soldiers' breeches, and quickly turned her attention to the flushed face of her opponent.

“Indeed, there is something impressive about him,” she thought briefly, and, without giving up, moved another argument into the verbal attack:

- Your last name, comrade Private, is not Serov and not Kosorukov ...

Bolshakov did not turn his eyes away and calmly accepted the wide-open and, undoubtedly, astonished look, of a slightly confused woman. Now he was glad that the ballerina noticed his arousal.

“Bravissimo! - whispered in his head "I", - Let him know that you want her! "

“A rude provocation,” stated Boris in the skull.

"Petrovich" was silent. And, perhaps mentally, masturbating ...

- Absolutely! - said Bolshakov. - I'm not Serov, and not Kosorukov. Even ... - here Boris tried to show irony - not Edgar Degas. But the name "Bolshakov" sounds good, too, and I have time to prove it!

Both, as if "drilled" each other.

Nobody wanted to be weak and therefore accepted the conditions of a verbal duel in full readiness to achieve victory.

But the scales of dependence were already crushing on the fragile shoulders of Nina Georgievna.

“Like men’s hands, forcing me to kneel down and make a blowjob ...” - a ridiculous comparison occurred to her, and she decided to remember this, to use it in a future book ...

Blowjob or blowjob, but had to make concessions.

- Well, - said Bestuzheva with exhalation. - Suppose that I allow you, for a while, to attend classes and make sketches for female students ...

- And you.

- And me...

- It would be great!..

- ... but with the condition - do not interfere with the rehearsal and, do not abuse working time.

- What do you! I can do the stage setting at night. The main outlines of the design from the sketch to the backdrop are already transferred, painting work remains with elements of color stretch marks and glazes. Everything will be done in the best possible way and on time. I promise! You can, for control, come here at any hour of the night ... Make sure that ordinary Boris Nikolayevich Bolshakov is not a talker ... And we’re indulging in tea ...

“Tell her that you will treat him with a waffle,” suggested Petrovich, “let's see how he reacts.”

“She may not know the vulgar meaning of the word,” remarked Boris.

"Anyway, interesting."

- Do you like tea with waffles? - a little worried, asked Bolshakov.

“I love it,” Bestuzhev answered with a pause.

- That's great, there will be a desire - I will treat ...

On the second meaning of the word "waffle" Nina Georgievna knew very well ...

...

"Petrovich" exulted:

"What a compliant girl!"

Bolshakov told him not to interfere, picked up an album, a pencil with a soft core, developed an eraser, and went from the gymnasium to the second floor after Bestuzhevoy, waiting for him.

“I would have followed these legs and my booty!” - Boris was happy about the opportunity to see what was pleasant. But, after staring at the rhythmic movement of the perfect buttocks, I stumbled, scattered artistic supplies, and, from such awkwardness, I sincerely embarrassed.

Without stopping, Nina Georgievna looked back.

Bolshakov was ready to swear that Madame smiled approvingly.

“But she specifically waited for me to grab what I needed for the sketches to show off like that,” the soldier decided, collecting the scattered things. “It plays like a cat with a mouse ... Well, well, let's see who we will have a cat, and who a mouse! ...”

In the dance class in size was large, not less than the hall.

Bolshakov entered it not without timidity.

Here he saw young teenage girls who, taking advantage of the respite caused by the lack of a teacher, stood in small groups and chatted in bird chirping.

The number of young Lolits, because of the reflection in the huge, on the whole wall, mirror, doubled. It seemed much larger than it actually was.

The dancers were all the same: in dark leotards and short skirts made of translucent gas fabric; On the legs, unencumbered by excessive muscles, are knitted knee-highs, light-colored light-colored slippers.

The heart of a young man sensitive to light fantasies, at the sight of the number of future brides, began to beat more often than when performing a cross or march-throw as part of company exercises.

The appearance of Bestuzhevoy, accompanied by Bolshakov, brought a noticeable revival to the groups of female students. A light whisper swept through the classroom, the glances of the “twins” turned to the unexpected guest. Not learned to hypocrite little faces, with undisguised curiosity, studied high ... Read more →