for five minutes she was already jumping along the country road, prompting Korchagin what had happened:
- This is love! - she chirped. - That's what I understand! Do you and I also have love or make-believe?
She demanded looked Misha in the eye, her devotional gaze waited expectantly on his compressed lips.
“Of course, love,” he grinned wryly. “You and I are even better.”
- Why? - Egoza smiled.
“Because ...” he stiffened, a wrinkle lay on his forehead. “Because we are not deceiving anyone,” he said, not quite confidently.
- What about your wife?
“I don’t like her,” Misha smiled, his eyes dimmed.
- Does it mean you love me? - Veronica jumped around, grabbing Misha by the heavy palm.
- Is it possible not to love you? - he grinned.
- Ltd! You are the best daddy! - she grabbed his torso, pulled him to her.
Misha stopped and kissed the baby on the lips. She still smelled like male seed. The overwhelming disgust had to hide a curve with a smile, he quickly turned away and wiped his lips.
Solntseva met them at the dam with an inquiring, significant look. Korchagin immediately guessed that she was in the know. The embarrassing situation in which he found himself seemed all the more painful. My own daughter sleeps with a man who is at least twice as old as her, making her father look like a fool in the eyes of her fellow Pigalits.
And while Alasheeva was grinding nonsense, Kate was diplomatically silent. Misha appreciated her neutrality:
- Do not miss here? He asked, pausingly hugging her shoulder.
“No,” Katya broke into a soft, kind smile. - It's so beautiful here!
As if it mattered. Misha found a bone with his thumb that connected his shoulder and collarbone and stroked it. Katya did not even blink an eye, just yesterday she would have run away without looking back.
“You can go fishing tomorrow morning,” he carefully threw the line.
Veronica ran ahead, but this important detail could not escape her electoral hearing.
- Yes, Kate, go fishing with Uncle Misha, - Egoza turned around, took a sly look at the newly appeared couple. “Maybe you'll get lucky and catch a big fish,” her brow flew up so high that Misha and Katya laughed unwittingly.
Katya freed herself from under her arm and slid forward. She had something to think about, to compare the unused emka with three Xs. How does all this happen, especially in a boat? She seized fantasy and ran off shamefully to the side. Uncle Misha showed no initiative, kept himself peacefully, ideal for first experience.
So Solntseva pondered, feeling bashfully blushing, but the twilight shine of the sky, on which the first bright stars had already lit, and somewhere high in the crowns of hazel flashed the orb of the moon, calmed, tuned to a romantic mood.
Resolved! This summer, she will part with virginity, so as not to feel like a black sheep. It is better to come to the exam prepared than to catch the raven later!
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Korchagin waited until the girlish laughter above died down. Calm Solntseva, his thoughtful look, wandering through the dark, amused and at the same time brought out of himself.
“I have had a good time, my dear guest,” Misha squinted, pouring vodka into glasses.
His silence filled with accusation, he smoked one cigarette after another, arguing to himself which side to go.
Throw out the anger no longer seemed the optimal solution, besides, he himself called for Solntsev to be liberated during the entire summer season. And so, so embarrassing!
“Well, you tore her off today,” he said at last.
Solntsev perked up, threw a thievish glance at Michael. Andrew, as always, sat sideways, so his head was walking left to the table, then to the right to the garden, filled with the yellow glow of the lantern.
“Yes, Veronica has a talent,” he said, nodding. A detached smile lit up his face.He undoubtedly thought about Nastya.
- And have Nastya? - Korchagin leaned forward. With two hands, he propped up the torso, his iron fists clenched to white knuckles. Korchagin's eyes narrowed to thin slits, his lips compressed in anticipation of exposure.
- What is Nastya? - The sun has reduced eyebrows.
- Do Nastya like, have talent? - Korchagin smiled at the edge of his lips, let out a cloud of smoke.
“I don’t know,” Suns shrugged. - What are you asking me? - he turned to the darkness, as if the chupacabra was there and it would be necessary to keep his ear sharp.
“Look at me,” snapped Michael.
Suns, turning pale, slowly turned his head. A dumb grimace of obedience froze on his face. Eyes avoided facing Korchagin’s face.
- Yes, you are not stsy - Misha relented. - Well, Nastya herself climbed on you, I understand correctly?
Sun nodded, his lips remained tightly compressed.
“I’m not against entertainment,” Korchagin took a sip of vodka and immediately returned the glass to its place. - Nastya the girl, though young, but you can see for yourself, the horse with the experience hiccupped. So there is a reason. The old horse does not spoil the furrow, - Misha winked and cackled with torn giggles. “Well, seriously,” he cleared his throat. “Then you turn this thing over so that no shura-mura can have sex and run away.” She still has children to give birth and raise. Understood me? - he threw a stern look at Solntsev.
- Got it, - Andrew took an apathetic, pensive look in the bottles. He was drunk and confused. What now? What to say to Nastya? - This is Veronica you said? He asked warily.
“I myself saw today how you fucked in a bath,” Misha critically moved his jaw to one side, which made his lips slightly twist, his mouth parted. - With the belt she asked to beat?
Andrei nodded, his ears were burning.
- You listen to her less, she will leave the whole brain, worse than the Veronica.
- How did you find out? - Andrei was looking for answers, but did not find.
- Are you looking for the six? - Misha grinned. - And it is not! I returned to watch.
“You're lying all!” - Solntsev caught the familiar tune in Korchagin's voice.
“Katka will go fishing with me tomorrow,” Misha brought his eyebrows in a businesslike manner over the bridge of his nose. - Itself asked for it.
Andrei nodded.
- You do not mind? - Misha squinted.
Andrei bit his lower lip.
“You're more careful with her,” he breathed plaintively in a half-whisper. “She’s still a child,” his begging look met Korchagin’s uncompromising sharp eyes. Those were filled with a burning desire to pay the bill, to return the paternal debt to the presumptuous lover. Solntsev internally shuddered, having divined the intentions of a hunter by nature, an enterprising businessman by the vocation of Misha Korchagin.
- Not horses, - he smiled his everlasting drunken boorish smile. - I will not touch her finger if she does not want to.
Andrew nodded, turning away to the dark cold of the night. The piercing chatter of grasshoppers irritated hearing. Insects, which at one time instilled horror in Salvador Dali, now caused unpleasant disgust from Andrew. He passed in front of imminent retribution.
“Why, you don’t touch him,” he thought, playing with nicks. “We should talk with Katya,” Andrei sighed heavily.