- Sasha! - thin and sonorous, almost childish voice called my name.

I turned to shout. At the flower pavilion, trampling down the falling snow with boots, Anka stood. Even a short white down jacket could not hide her slim figure. On top of that, the matchstick legs were touchingly touching under a black skirt, and a knitted cap in the shape of a hare's face with dangling ears added some seriousness to its appearance. That's how she manages to look like a thirteen-year-old at her twenty-three? I almost shed a tear of emotion. So I wanted to take her in the palm of my hand like a kitten and scratch my finger behind the ear, listening to the contented purr. But instead, I turned away and silently walked away. A week ago, by telephone, we abruptly, on the verge of crying, found out our relationship and wished each other to never meet, even in the hereafter. The heavy sediment of mutual insults still splashed in me, oppressing, kindled attacks of conscience and irritation at the same time. And now she was waiting for me near the exit of the subway, once again forcing me to get angry. What an annoying girl! And what else will I hear from her?

Easy steps quickly caught up with me.

- Sasha, wait ...

Without turning around, I continued to go forward, but somehow I involuntarily slowed my pace.

- Sasha, we need to talk.

- Us ?! - all the same I turned my head in her direction. - Did you, haven't you said everything yet?

- Sash, well, forgive me, I behaved like a fool.

- Finally, a clever idea. Only I am not interested.

Anya minced next to me and even seized a fluffy mitten in my sleeve, so that, God forbid, do not fall behind.

- Sash, I don’t know what happened to me then ... Honestly, I don’t know ... - her words were crumpled up like a used napkin. She paused for a long time, as if searching the most important phrases in her mind, and finally, after a pause, she gave out a heavy argument:

- I love you.

“This is not interesting to me either,” I replied angrily.

Probably, she did not expect such a rebuff, and for some time she silently fingered her feet next to me, obviously, was looking for something else, undoubtedly weighty, that in her opinion would change my attitude drastically. But instead she pissed off as a moody child:

- Sash, well, Sash. Sasha ...

Her whining angered me. I stopped abruptly and asked as indifferently as possible:

- You, that flew?

- Where? - It seems that she did not immediately switch from her thoughts to my question.

- Pregnant? - I have specifically specified.

- Why do you think so? - her eyelashes often-often fluttered in bewilderment.

“The typical behavior of a stupid fool,” I explained, starting to move again.

- Why? - Anka did not let up.

- Well, of course: fly to the dope from a random bastard, and then frantically try to find a good husband and a worthy father for your children. Good girls are drawn to bad boys, ”I finished with profound philosophy.

- I did not fly! - a sharp response, she tried to take the initiative.

“I almost believe ...” I quipped back.

- Yes, I'm not pregnant! - Anka even stopped, stomping her foot, filling the entire street with her sonorous voice.

Several passersby anxiously turned on her cry.

After a couple of seconds, she caught up with me again, this time seriously taking my arm.

After fifty meters of our silence, I still could not resist:

- An, well, explain to me as an adult, what happened to you then?

- I'm offended. She answered quietly, glad that the conversation was still going on.

- Yah?! - I already choked on such an arrogant statement. - And what exactly?

- The fact that you left.

- But you knew about it. It was known in advance, I honestly warned you that we will part for a month ...

- I know, but I thought that we would not be together for a month ... In general, I was sad.

- Yeah, you are sad, offended and no longer even notice me. - I crooked grin at that answer. - And on top of that, she started having fun with other guys.

“No, not that,” said the girl quietly.

- Yes? - I was even more surprised. - Is there something else?

“I was offended because you did not call me,” Anya explained, but the clarity from her answer did not increase at all.

“Where have I not called you?”

- With myself. She replied just as quietly.

- Sailed ... - I began to slowly fall into a stupor from such explanations. - An, you understand that it was impossible. You have studies, I have the same studies, plus work, and then, in the evenings, practical training. I literally crawled at ten in the evening and was cut off until the next morning. And so the whole month! We still would not be together, even being next to each other. Understand, I could not take you with me or abandon these courses: this is my job, I like it, I want to grow in it, achieve something more, make a career, finally. I also did not want to part with you, even for one day, but, unfortunately, life is not only holidays and fun, but also responsibility for a loved one, and his future as well. And I considered you to be my future, for the sake of which there is a sense to strive upwards. Does a month of separation really kill your feelings in you?

- But you could call me? - Anya asked plaintively blinking her eyelashes.

- Anh, you say nonsense that I do not want to listen.

- Exactly, you didn’t even ask about my feelings. I didn’t ask how I can live this month without you ...

- Yeah, and then you decided to find me a replacement or not one, - I interrupted her. - Fresh example of female logic!

- Fool! - She cried out evil, released my hand and stopped. - I did not have anyone! How do you not understand that you do not have a replacement! That I do not need anyone except you! That without you I am neither the future, nor the past, nor the present! I live only when you are near!

The tears in her voice rang out with December icicles, reflecting from the walls of the houses and tangling in the bare branches of the trees. We stopped a few meters from my porch. I looked at the sparkling diamonds of tears in her eyes and quietly angry. Already angry at myself. Angry for being still offended by her. But this cry of hers was so childishly sincere that it was impossible to not believe her words. Especially since I knew her character well and knew when one could completely believe her words. But stubborn male pride did not allow to retreat and take a step towards.

Anya came very close and, like a tender little dog, looking up at me, took the last step towards reconciliation:

- Do you want me to kneel?

“If you wanted this, you wouldn’t have asked me about it,” my not yet extinguished anger answered for her.

The girl immediately thumped her knees in the snow.

Oh my God! You really can't stop it! It seems that I, in fact, are so dear to her, that she is even ready to kneel down to return our relationship. Bunny hat sadly lowered her ears and waited for her sentence. A wave of tenderness overnight washed away and anger, and resentment, and irritation. Instead of answering, I picked up Anka in my arms, passed a weightless body over my shoulder and went to my home, without calling for an elevator, on the stairs. All four floors her head clung to the walls, jambs and apartment doors, but the girl did not make a sound, lay bent in half on my shoulder, probably not believing that I was no longer angry with her. And the heavy stone of our quarrel, which pressed on me all this time, finally rolled down, giving way to the pleasant lightness of her body.

On the landing, near the apartment door, we unexpectedly ran into a neighbor.

- Hello, aunts Zoey. - I greeted her, taking the keys out of my pocket.

- Hello, Sasha, - she replied, suspiciously referring to my burden. - What have you got?

- Why, I found the Snow Maiden in a snowdrift. Now I warm it up, then I will plant a New Year's Eve under the tree, I will read the verses. - I carefully hid a smile from my neighbor.

“Well, well,” she looked incredulously at the child’s figurine of the Snow Maiden. - An adult, though? - Aunt Zoe finally decided to take care of morality.

“Yeah-hh,” Anka squealed with a strangled breath, beating my answer.

- Eh, youth ... - I heard a neighbor's envious sigh from the stairs.

I immediately carried my burden into the bedroom and laid it across the bed, leaning my head against the wall. I started to undress my guest from the bottom: boots, skirt, thick winter tights, plain panties with smiling baby bunnies (and then bunnies!), Only then moved higher, saving slender bends from the rest of the clothes. Anka pulled a hat from her head, but I squeezed her hands in my own:

- Leave.

She obediently lowered her palms to her chest, still silently watching me. And as if for the first time I saw her undressed: tenderness grew in her chest with a warm cloud, but at the same time the bottom was filled with firmness.

- Not exactly pregnant? - I hung over her defenselessly - with a naked body, and my voice sounded stern, but in the eyes of Anka she saw a playful mockery and in response she shook her head so vehemently that her hair, like a whip, flooded over the wall.

“Well, okay, now we will fix it,” I promised and quickly undressed myself, making a bunch of our jackets, shoes and other clothes near the bed.

Anya smiled shyly, slightly rosy blush, as if for the first time we went to bed. And indeed, her body, frozen beneath me, small palms, covering milk-white breasts, trembling eyelashes, created between us some kind of intense silence, like the first-ever kissed teenagers.

Condoms at hand, of course, was not. And at that moment I could not even remember where they could be found. "Well, to hell with them!" - I thought, gently pressing the girl to the bed and soaking up her body heat with my body. “What if, in fact, flies?” Panicked male thought darted through the convolutions. But the very first impetus gave me a determination: “Damn, take this, when will it happen? And why not now? ”

- Aah! - Anya agreed with me and wrapped her thin arms around my neck.

And then everything spun around. First, gently, gently, farther and faster and deeper, more passionately and more madly. And at the very peak, Anya suddenly squeezed her eyes tight, pulled a capy bunny on her ears and, squeaking “oh, mommy!”, Shuddered with her whole body and immediately went limp. And after her, immediately she twisted me too: a burning-sweet wave pressed into the hot depth so tight that I stopped breathing, and the ruthless tsunami turned my powers together with pleasure ...

... Anka kissed, zalaskannaya, loved to half-conscious of fainting, sat in front of me on the bed, leaning her thin shoulder blades against the wall and putting her legs under herself. She was silent all this time, apparently, everything important had been said before, and now unnecessary words had no meaning: we were completely lacking in communication with our bodies and feelings. Only a tired smile and wet eyes of happiness looked intently at me.

- Funny you little animal, Anka, - I could not help myself from the compliment, being touched by her bored look, - and yet I love you more than anything else ...

In response, she pulled the cap over her eyes, leaving only a happy smile outside, and the bunny on her head happily lifted her crocheted ears.

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