- Hello, Nikolay Sergeevich! - exposing a smile of a row of white teeth in a smile, said the girl, and spread her arms, to which I responded with a tight embrace, passing in passing the delicate smell of her perfume.

- Hello, Ayana! - I greeted in response. How did you fly?

- I?! Everything is very good and not even tired. Oh! That's just you can you will not call me to you, I am very embarrassed.

- Well, it is possible, but only under one condition! - I said strictly!

- What is the condition? - in surprise, her eyes widened amusingly!

- You, too, will not call me to YOU, and without a middle name! - I looked at her with a smile, and she smiled in response.

- I will try, but you are older than me!

- Older, but not older, they always call me on YOU, especially I don’t like formalities!

- Agreed, Nikolay!

Then we made our way through the crowd, I drove her suitcase and deftly tacked among the people, and she barely kept up with me. But what to do, Peter - the bustle of the big city!

After loading things in the car, we sat down, and I started to leave.

- what are the plans? Your father asked to take you to the university, but today is Saturday, I don’t think that you will find someone there.

“Yes, I know, take me to the hotel, but to this one, I found it on the Internet,” with these words, she reached into the pocket of the coffer.

- I have a counter offer, of course, it may sound indiscreetly on my part, but still: you can stop while I have, especially, tomorrow I will leave for a few days anyway, leave you the keys and the apartment at your disposal, live and take advantage!

There was a pause, Iyana looked straight ahead and nervously fidgeted on the seat.

- Yes, do not be afraid, I will not cause you anything bad. Especially since your father ordered you to meet, which means that he trusts me! Who would he not ask, right?

- Yes, I somehow feel embarrassed, suddenly I feel embarrassed, and your wife ... that you will say something.

- I have no wife, but the cat will be delighted?

- Do you have a cat? Oh! By you?

- Cat-Masha, red-shameless! I call her so.

- Red? Great!

- In general, so, we go to me now: like it - stay, no - I'll take you to the hotel, but first we will have lunch!

- I agree! - instantly answered Ayana.

We reached the house in 40 minutes. Ayana immediately became interested in pictures on my wall, and I went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

Half an hour later we sat in the kitchen and had dinner. Ayana handed over gifts from her father, dried meat, something alcohol, on reindeer antlers and a souvenir - a figure made of mammoth bone.

She chirped something without ceasing, thanked me, because with my appearance in her distant childhood I became the decisive link in the choice of her profession. She said that with the advent of the Internet, she tracked my reports, told me that at the age of 10 her father presented her with her first camera, a Chinese film soap box, and how she ran with her and clicked everything and everyone. Well, on her current camera, Nikon, she partially earned herself a year ago, earning money all summer vacations at some enterprise. She promised to show me her pictures, if I do not mind, and I have time for it.

I listened to it with one ear, and he scrolled through memories of twelve years ago. Those times, the godforsaken corner where strong and stern people survive in the struggle with the elements, their youth and little girl Ayyanu with thin black pigtails, who suddenly turned into a beautiful girl, with good skills of a photographer and appearance of a model.

When we finished our meals and drank two mugs of fragrant tea, Ayyana jumped away from the table and bustled in the kitchen, I retorted, but seeing how easily she did it, decided to relax a little, especially not so often in my There are women at home, and they even bother about the kitchen! I fell off the back of a chair, and just watched her, how easily she fluttered, how easy she was and even gracefully moving around the room. I involuntarily admired my guest and belatedly caught myself thinking that I looked at her as an adult woman. I immediately shamed myself and dismissed such thoughts.

We moved to the room where I briefly told Aiyana about the fate of this or that photo hanging on the wall.Then he turned on the laptop and invited the girl to see her work, to which she responded vividly. She had her own specific handwriting in photography. Basically it was nature and reportage shooting. Several portraits, one of which I recognized her father Kustekha, who, it seems, has not changed since our last meeting. I sincerely praised Aiyan, saying that she has a sense of style and that she has a great future in the field of photography, unless of course she is too lazy! Along with this, he pointed out to her shortcomings, which immediately caught my eye. Surprisingly, the girl accepted the criticism calmly, which is unusual for the current young generation.

When I finished viewing the photos, I offered to go to the center, walk along Nevsky Prospect, along the Fontanka embankment, see the sights, to which Ayyana gladly agreed and left to change into another room.

Fifteen minutes later (surprisingly for a girl) my young companion was ready. It seems that she didn’t do anything with herself, but she became even more beautiful. Light, almost imperceptible make-up on the eyes, dim lip gloss, shiny smooth hair strands flowing over the shoulders. She was wearing a light sundress just above the knee, with open hands and sandals on a small platform to match him. All this idyll was spoiled by a black wardrobe trunk hanging on the shoulder, but you can’t help it. We photographers are people like this - without a camera, nowhere!

I, probably, too long admired the young beauty of this unusual Yakut girl, because she began to shift from one foot to the other, looking uncertainly at me.

- Sorry ... I'm ... fascinated! - I said sincerely, a little embarrassed, because after these words Iyani’s cheeks were filled with blush.

I was ready, and taking my camera and a man purse, shod moccasins, and passing Ayana ahead, I left the apartment. The glance involuntarily slid along her thin waist, smoothly turning into slim, albeit small hips, which clearly emphasized the style of a summer sundress. I again drove away shameless thoughts from me, mechanically shaking my head.

“You know,” I said on the street already, squinting at the bright afternoon sun (again I forgot my sunglasses in the car). - I think that, apart from the photographer, you will make a great model, in any case, as a professional, I strongly recommend that you try yourself. - And having guessed doubt in the silence of the girl, he continued, - there is nothing like that here. Thousands of girls try themselves in the role of photo models and many succeed! Moreover, if the photographer visits the other side of the camera, under the lens, in the future it will be easier for him to communicate with the model.

We were already getting into the car, and my gaze lingered on the lap of the girl who was sitting in the front seat a little longer than it should have. Luckily, she didn’t notice anything, and I just turned my eyes to the glove compartment, from where I got my sunglasses and hid my curious glances under them.

- I think I agree with your opinion. I’ll try myself as a model, ”Ayana suddenly said, glancing at me and turning to the side window. After a moment, she turned back to me, and waiting for me to turn to her, looked into my eyes through the dark glasses and blurted out - if you find time to shoot me!

I didn’t even have to take off my glasses to notice how her face again blushed.

3.

We had already spent a good five hours wandering around the historical center of St. Petersburg. We took a ride on a river tram, went to Kazan Cathedral, sat in a summer cafe, walked along the Neva embankment and now walked not far from the Bronze Horseman. Ayana now and again threw up the camera, taking pictures of St. Petersburg landscapes, people, architecture, but I clicked off from the force ... Read more →