sings another song. Then he will remember about mom and dad and learn to speak politely.
Andrei grunted and, after a short silence, asked with a comic tone, expressing a slight disdain rather than interest:
- How are you there today, showed Katke a master class?
Michael did not answer immediately, long picked out an apple from the ground.
- Do you know how we say? He said at last, glancing out from under his forehead. - In the still waters run devils. Katka your very whom you want to give heat.
Andrew again grunted incredulously. Korchagin wiped the apple on the shirt and bit it loudly.
- Remember, I told you how Veronika and Katya chose outfits? He said in a confidential, almost ingratiating tone.
Andrey glanced at Korchagin.
- Katya herself the most outspoken stockings then took and panties with a bust. Even worse than Veronica’s, Misha licked his lips, squinting. - And the dress is black with a covering, it covers a little ass. There, all outfits are on the verge of a foul.
Andrei swallowed nervously, squeezing his lips tightly.
- Veronika I do, you know what she said today?
- What? - broke out from Andrew.
- What Katka thinks to go fishing too. Once such a thing, - Misha grinned.
- With you? - Suns from confusion forgot to close your mouth.
Misha laughed at his nose.
- After all, no one with anyone? - he winked.
Andrew turned away, a deep wrinkle formed on his forehead. Clenching jaw tightly, he played with nicks.
“She has nothing more to do,” he grunted.
- Yes, you are not stsy - Misha took a comic tone. - If she does not climb, I will not even touch her with my finger.
- And if you climb? - Andrei cast a closer look at Korchagin.
“Then excuse me,” Misha shrugged. - There is no ugliness in nature. That which is natural is not safe.
Solntsev rose from the swing, staggered to the house. Stopping, he turned and squeezed out in a broken voice:
- You take it easy, Misha. She is a child at all.
He was scared, discouraged. The rapidly developing relationship with Nastya did not give him the moral right to demand other behavior from Korchagin. And yet he doubted. How can you entrust Katya with rosy dreams of a beautiful marriage to the snub, lecher and adulterer Misha Korchagin?
“My own fault,” thought the Suns. - There was nothing to be confused with Nastya. Now here reap the fruits of debauchery. "
Guilty with his head down, he wandered between the bushes of red currant. Having inspected the largest baked twig in the sun, I stopped and, having gently pinched it, put it in my mouth. Bunches of parechka sour porridge spread on the tongue, bones stuck in the teeth. Andrey chewed berries, crushed tart seeds, choking on a sweet-sour taste. Satiety did not come, and he began to pinch off new twigs, to drive them into his mouth. My tongue lost sensitivity from acid, my teeth ached, my mouth was still hot, but he did not stop, as if he decided to fill a full stomach with sour red porridge.

26
The next day, Misha Korchagin, having made up his mind, forcefully drove Nastya and Katya into the car.
“You can help me,” he grunted.
It was necessary to somehow get rid of the thought that he was a slave in the country. Still, Veronica was written out for a bachelor Solntsev not just like that, it means him to take the rap, if that. Here and Solntseva see everything, and my own daughter is unlikely to be silent if the mother asks.
- And what did Veronica not go with us? - Nastya Korchagina came to her senses when the car started.
“He wants to help him clean the potatoes,” Mikhail grinned.
- Oh, I see, - the daughter sighed sadly. - To you, Katya, what do you like more: peel potatoes or fish? She asked, with a familiar bitchiness in her voice.
Katya made a border.
“Probably fish,” she answered, skeptically twisting her lips.
Misha smiled.
“I can take you fishing with me somehow.” I'll show you everything, I'll tell you.
Kate turned to the window, squeezed her hands between her knees.
“Thank you,” she mumbled softly. And then, thinking, she asked: - And what if a big fish gets caught?
- What then? - Misha grinned.
“The fishing rod will break,” Solntseva cast a confused look ahead, meeting Michael with sharp eyes in the rearview mirror.
“It won't break,” Misha smiled amiably. - We'll slowly pull it out.
- My dad is a big master fish catch. With him you will not be lost, - as if Nastya pripechatala. She was annoyed, clearly expressing sarcasm.
“If a big fish gets caught, we must not hurry to pull it out,” confirmed the status of experienced fisherman Misha Korchagin. He had long forgotten how to notice his daughter's freaks. “Let her get used to it, move her across the water.” Then she wants to jump into the boat herself, he mused aloud.
- Did Veronica really catch a big catfish? - Katya looked in the rearview mirror with curiosity.
Misha laughed.
“Yes, but we let him go right away.” Veronica kissed her lips and let go.
- In the lips kissed? - Katya smiled enchanted. - And how many centimeters was he?
“About thirty-five.”
“There are no such big mushrooms,” Nastya said caustically.
“And potatoes,” Katya said barely audibly.
- What are you chirping there? - Misha led ear.
“Oh, nothing,” Nastya turned to the window, pouting.
She was not the case before my father's perverted games. She herself would cope with surging emotions. After all, Veronica is not just thrown into the embrasure.

27
Andrei did not doubt the true purpose of Korchagin's next trip to the city. Left alone in the kitchen, he was waiting for the arrival of Veronica, the beginning of active molestation. And now, on the stairs, hurried steps began to clatter. Minx jumped out of cover, drew in the doorway.
- Decided to stay? - Andrei met a sly attractive face fully armed - with a kitchen towel in his hands.
“I want to see how you peel potatoes,” Veronica broke into a mischievous smile.
- Potatoes all rotten. There is no sense in cleaning it, - Solntsev sighed condemned.
The girl jumped into the kitchen and danced around the bucket. Bending, she snuffled, curbing the edges.
After a while, they nevertheless sat down to peel potatoes. Veronica insisted, so she wanted to look hardworking in the eyes of Uncle Andrew. In fact, she just continued to clown around and fooling around. The peel was cut off crookedly, there was a lack of the usual ability to hold a knife in his hand.
- And with Nastya you get better? She asked, frowning thoughtfully.
- Differently. Did she say anything? - Andrei threw a wary glance in the direction of Veronica. Not her impenetrable face even the muscle did not flinch.
“Only that your hands are strong and your fingers are dexterous,” she said, lifting the curb.
Andrew grinned.
- Now they are also dirty.
“I like dirty fingers,” said Veronika, with a silly voice in her voice.
- Why?
“I like everything dirty,” she continued in a languid voice. - I, probably, in a past life was a pig.
Andrew grunted from the tide of cheerfulness. Together they laughed.
“Oink, oink,” Veronica croaked into her nose.
It turned out very naturally, they again began to neigh.
- Honestly. When I sunbathe on the beach naked, I burrow into the sand all the time. Or, if there is a puddle, then I sit in it, - Veronica has bulged round eyes. Her lips twisted, she went into a rage either from open lies, or from overt seduction.
“Well, it's all the little kids doing it,” Andrei shook his head.
- Not all! Katya, for example, is clean. Will never roll in a puddle.
“This is from her mother,” Andrew continued to grin.
- Do you still love your wife? - asked Veronica.
Andrei blinked, frowned.
- Yes, how to say. I love, probably, - he twisted, as if a sour apple had bitten.
- And I never had a dad. He threw us, - the voice of Veronica sounded pitifully.
- Yes, Misha told me - Andrew took a decent look as a comforter of children's hearts.
“I would like to have a dad,” the minx almost whispered.
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