- Ilona! Only be careful. There are eggs. - I was worried I let go of my package.

- And yes. Good. - He looked, then at me, then at the package. - And I Dima. Do you live far from here?

- I live in a technical uni-hostel. - I replied and looked at the cars standing on the sidewalk.

- You're a student? - He asked with such surprise and looked at me again.

- Yes, why? - I somehow didn’t understand his reaction to such an answer, as it’s somehow somehow got upset.

- Yes, nothing. - he wanted to give up, but only raised his bag. - And who does such a beauty learn?

- I study economics. - I answered calmly and looked at the man.

We quietly walked along the sidewalk. Cars rushed past us. The sun so nicely warmed in the back. So did not want to go to the hostel. It was necessary to take another walk. Walk through the main streets. Warm up in the warm spring sunshine, do light exercises. Although, it seems, after the winter the figure is not very spoiled. We chatted a bit about school. He said that for almost three weeks without a wife. That they rent an apartment, and he works as an official. Money is not enough, and his wife went to earn some money. I briefly told about myself. Well, completely non-binding conversation of two random acquaintances. So our road went unnoticed. I did not notice how we went most of the way.

- I live in this house. - he raised his bag and pointed to the panel five-story building. - I would invite you to my place. But sorry son at home with godfather. I'm here from while they are home shopping, and there they wanted to go for a walk.

- Well, thanks, then, that brought. - I thanked Dima and extended my hand for my package.

- You wait to thank. It is not so easy. - he somehow thought and looked from side to side. - You wait here. I will throw my purchases and take you to the hostel. You are so cute. How can I not help such a beautiful girl.

- Thank! Yes, I can handle it myself. Not the first time I carry. - I tried to argue and again stretched out my hand. - And so once again run.

- Oh, yes, it's not difficult for me. My job is still sedentary. And the weather is so good. Come on, wait, don't go anywhere. Do you promise not to leave?

I was so confused. What a day like that. All climb to me. They just want to help. Spring so affects them. I looked at Dima again. His black eyes looked at my figure like that. It seemed to me that they had so much hope and prayer. Why is he looking at me like that? Already somehow not cleverly became. As if a guy at school was offering to take me home and carry a backpack, but I was afraid that classmates would see me.

- Well I'll wait. - I agreed uncertainly and looked at him. - Only if not long.

- Yes, about five minutes. I quickly run away. - He was delighted and handed me my package. - I'm just back and forth.

- Okay. - I even giggled a little and took my package.

- Just do not go away. Promise me to wait.

I did not want to promise, but I nodded in agreement. He smiled as if I had promised him to become his wife, and not to walk. He walked briskly to his porch. I walked slowly around the yard. Normal urban courtyard. A small playground with old swings, a sandbox, a few benches, about a dozen of buried old tires from trucks painted in yellow-blue colors. I went to one of the tires rested on her booty and looked at the house. It was immediately evident that many of them were warming up, knocking out carpets, a children's cry from the playground echoing off the high-rise boxes, young mothers walking with carriages, someone walking their dogs. The sun so nicely warmed in the back. I relaxed. I looked at the children who ran and played on the playground. It seems that she herself asked the parents to play in the yard, then we were going to much more, there were not so many different gadgets. And here he is how many houses, and plays a few people.

There was a couple. By the look of more students.So holding on to the handles. A girl with long blond flowing hair almost to the priests, her ass, covered with leggings, seemed so attractive. I watched them go.

- And I thought that you will not wait for me, but you will leave. - Dima interrupted my thoughts.

- I try to always keep my promises. - I said, turned my head and smiled.

- Give your packages. - he stretched out his arms and approached me. - I want to walk. The weather is warm, and the whole day with a child is difficult. So naughty.

I handed my two packages. Smiled again. Dima moved the other way. I wondered if it was me who lost my orientation.

- So we are in that direction? - I asked a little with emotion in my voice and looked from side to side.

- Yes, it will be closer here. Well, I ran to my Angelina in a hostel too. I know the road do not worry. - Dima calmed me and watched my slight embarrassment. - Do not worry. Let's go.

I didn’t worry too much. We went through the courtyards. He kept telling me about himself. About his wife, how they met, how he ran to her for a date and climbed into a hostel. It seems the way to get into our community has not changed over the decades. Really, the administration does not know and can not put the lattice on this window. Although on the other hand, and well, that you can climb. Sometimes I giggled over his adventures. She said that even now a lot has not changed. Some of the grandmothers near the houses watched us go and most likely also thought that we were a couple. Already in the distance my dorm appeared. We walked slowly. Houses did not differ much from each other. Only a little further stood the old garages. Rusty metal doors, overgrown with grass and various trees.

- See the garages? - Dima asked me without stopping.

- Yeah. - I replied and began to examine them more carefully. - What is special about them?

- That was there a couple of hot moments with Angelina. Here it is, and there is a passage. This is all about 7-8 years ago. And here it seems nothing has changed. - He said and sighed a little.

- Yes, here already 30 years nothing has changed. - I already giggled, looking at old tin boxes, a slight shiver passed through the body, and my imagination drew spicy scenes, I even looked at Dima lightly. - And often you had there?

- Give count. - Dima is already thinking and raised his eyes up, as if in the sky were written all of their times. - Yes, it seems about a dozen times. I will not say for sure. Let's take a look for a moment. Just look at that place.

- Come on. - I did not mind and looked at the old buildings.

Dima looked around, and we went to the garages. Some goosebumps ran through my body, or maybe he himself goes, and I'll just stand there, some doubt originated in me. Although he has pleasant memories associated with this place, as I have at home with a basement and an old bed. I just sighed and went for Dima. Everything is overgrown with grass, there were different bottles lying around, plastic cups, we went even further. From his smile, I realized that this is the place where he looked a few years ago with his wife. He hung my bags on some big bolt. He began to consider everything and turn his head in different directions. From the side it looked funny enough that even I smiled.

- Yes, it was like that. Only bottles and bags were smaller. Yes, here. - he somehow hesitated, apparently afraid to say everything as it was and looked at me. “You're even like her.” She, too, from the way you like to dress. Both are just as beautiful.

- Oh, thanks. - I silently thanked him and looked at Dima, he somehow blushed and looked at me.

“Or maybe ...” he wanted to ask something and stopped talking, looked away at the ground, and then at me again. - Do not be offended if I offer something.

My shiver went through my body again. It seemed to me that I myself became red. Cheeks just burned. I raised my hand and touched my face, but it was a normal temperature. I somehow did not know what he would offer, but I suspected, although this may be my fantasy played out. It seemed to me that it was so quiet. Now I looked at him, and he looked ... Read more →