Uncle Leon like a cat near sour cream, constantly spinning in the cherished bags with bottles. Unable to look at his torment, I advised, putting a piece of meat on a skewer:

- Uncle Lyon, there is only dry red. To you it is that dead poultice. The father in the cellar has cherry liqueur and plum tree home. Maybe there would try happiness?

A relative's eyes lit up with excitement.

- E-my, Lech! Why did something silent? - he skipping ran to the house.

- Be careful there with the stairs! - I warned him.

- Leo-oh-oh, - Nastya looked out of the window, - and you will heat the bath?

- Yes, it is shame, not a bath, - I waved it off - let's better go to the river.

- And I insist on a bath! - I heard the voice of the Rada from the room, - To be in Russia and not to go to the bathhouse? Will not work!

I sighed, put the last skewer stuffed with meat and onion rings on the brazier, and leaving the kebab to brown, looked into a small shed, reworked by my father under a modest bathhouse. Smoked low ceiling, pine wall paneling darkened by time, dirty steam room, where two well-fed people would hardly find themselves, and an iron stove in soot streaks. On a roughly felled bench there was a gray sheet used as bedding. To lead the guests here was, to put it mildly, embarrassing. I returned to my brazier with a firm decision to dissuade Rada from visiting this “bath”.

When the kebab was already burning off, the cheerful Uncle Lyonya appeared from the house. He looked around with teary eyes and rushed in my direction, tightly clinging to his big-bellied, already-opened bottle of plum brandy.

- Well, how kebab? He asked lightly, inhaling the rich flavor.

- I'm ready now. You can taste it, - I said, understanding what the relative is tending.

- Well, like this! Come on glasses! We will try!

- Women need to call. Are we going to drink ourselves?

- No-no-no, - uncle hastily grabbed my sleeve, - have time! Let them cook everything for the table. We'll just take a sample with you. I am now.

He whirled into the hall and jumped out with a huge mug, from which he had previously drank water on the porch. The water was immediately splashed into the grass, and its place was taken by a darkish flavored drink from the bottle.

“On,” my uncle handed me a full mug, “taste it!”

- Where have you poured so much?

- Drink, drink!

I took a few sips and returned the container to my shaking hands. Juicy hot meat, followed by a pleasant strong drink.

- Beauty! - I said, chewing.

Uncle Lena topped up the glass to the top and, eagerly working as a caddy, poured it into himself completely. Then he took a skewing skewer from me and ate.

“Ooo, oh,” a sigh of relief escaped from him, “now you can live!”

The house was laid a magnificent table. The ladies did their best: the sliced ​​and beautifully laid slices of vegetables, salads, and sprigs of greens in crystal vases - all in a restaurant. Despite the fact that red wine was opened and poured over wine glasses, the uncle completely refused to part with his bottle, which greatly interested his wife.

“Come on, pour this thing to me too,” Rada asked, holding out an empty mug.

And soon they all switched to a fortified liqueur, leaving an opened bottle of wine offended to rest in the corner of the table. I had to travel to the cellar again. His uncle's tongue began to stumble almost immediately. The first batch of strong drink that landed on the old yeast did its job. After a hearty feast, everyone went out into the garden. It was getting dark, and a nasty mosquito squeak was already heard above his head.

- How nice here! - with excitement exclaimed Rada, raising her hands to the sky, - And what about our bath?

- Oh her, - I waved it off, - it’s very dirty there.

Uncle Lena muttered something unintelligible.I turned to him and suddenly noticed that he was standing with his eyes closed and was tottering on his bending knees, increasing the amplitude. Having picked up the falling body in time, I dragged it to the couch under a canopy.

- And now what to do with it? - the wife has doomedly lowered hands.

“Until tomorrow, he will leave,” I said not too confidently.

Rada waved her hand and turned to me, flashing cunning eyes:

- So what?

- What?

- Bath will be?

- I am glad, yes there is a quiet horror, not a bath, honestly.

- Oh, well, what do you say, - Nastya interfered, - a normal bath! To give will go.

- I agree to any! - Rada winked at her, - It's better than nothing.

I had to chop wood and melt the stove. Nastya came to help me with a bucket of water and a rag. While I was shooting a black spider with a broom from the ceiling and corners, she cleaned the shelf and walls in the steam room and a small dressing room. I tried to remember when the last time was carried out such a thorough cleaning, but could not. Glad as a guest walked through the garden, constantly waving away from the blood-sucking parasites swarming in the air.

“I should take my uncle into the house, or else they will eat him,” I said, scratching my cheek soaked in soot thoughtfully.

“Take it, of course,” Nastya replied, “and at the same time bring the water clean.”

Firewood squirmed in the stove. A small bathhouse was already beginning to breathe heat. Taking my uncle by the shoulders, I dragged him to the house. The light was inconvenient to turn on - my hands are busy, but I knew all the internal location from memory. Having dragged an insensible body around the house, I laid it on the bed by the window and, with difficulty recognizing the outlines of the exit, moved back. In the bright doorway, a dark silhouette suddenly appeared. It was Glad. She dragged on a cigarette, and a bright light lit up a beautiful face.

“I took your soul mate to my bedchamber,” I said with a grin, but Rada did not even smile.

- Do you want more? - she asked seriously, with a call exhaling tobacco smoke in my face.

- What?

Rada took a step towards me, penetrating into the twilight of the passage.

- Do you want to or not? - I felt her hand felt the zipper of my pants and pulled the lock down, undoing it.

- I'm glad, well, not right now. Here and Nastya, and your husband.

- Do you want me or not? I will leave tomorrow, and we will not see each other again, - a warm hand has already climbed into my pants and stroked the head, which is intensively gaining strength.

- Glad I want, but how? Where?

The woman laughed loudly and threw a cigarette butt into the grass.

“How I love you, my naive boy,” she whispered and dug into my lips with a hot kiss smelling of alcohol and tobacco. The member was already sticking out of the fly and, deftly wielding a long tongue in my mouth, Rada did not forget to caress the bridle on the head with her thumb. Having finished the kiss, the woman pulled away and for several seconds silently looked at me.

- Okay, go take a steam bath, - taking a step to the side, she said indifferently and turned on the light, - Nastya is already waiting for you.

I remained standing with the gun sticking out of my pants under the bright rays of electric light.

- Wait, what about you?

Rada turned to me and raised an eyebrow in surprise:

- I can go with you, but I am not responsible for myself. You know me.

- Well, you wanted to take a steam bath ...

- I'll go later, - Rada turned away, slowly walked past her sleeping husband and sat down at the table, silently looking out the window.

Well, what should I do? If Nastya were not around, I certainly would not have thought about it. A drunk uncle didn't count, and we would already tumble on a bed ... or right on the floor ...

“Go, come on,” repeated Rada, noting that I was standing in indecision.

Well yes. It only remains to go. Zipping up my fly, I went out onto the porch, and headed down an overgrown grass path to the bathhouse, mercilessly smoking my short pipe.

- Well, where is the water? - Nastya met me in the waiting room. She had already stripped to her underwear and was waiting for me.

I had to go back for water. When I entered the bath a second time, Nastya was no longer in the waiting room. On the bench a neat pile of her clothes lay, on top of which were carelessly ... Read more →