The girl talked incessantly, asked about something, in one word twittered like Chizhik-Pyzhik, on whose head we threw a few coins. But oddly enough, I was attracted to a conversation with her. He was not senseless and boring, there was no idle chatter, and even some naivety in matters of the young Yakut did not irritate, but on the contrary, somehow touched. I was pleased with this communication, although I myself am by nature silent, and almost the twenty-year difference in our age was not noticed at all, we spoke as if on equal, as if we had known each other for many years, although in part this was the case.

We returned home closer to midnight. In the car, Ayyana was nodding her head, struggling with sleep (both the flight, and the busy day, and the difference in time zones made themselves felt). And since we were not talking about any hotel anymore, I laid her on the couch in my office, while she was splashing in the shower and was changing to bed.

Coming out of the shower, Aiyana looked in at me, to wish good night. Now, on her shoulders flowed several thin braids, into which she braided her beautiful locks. And her sleeping outfit smiled at me. For half a day she was so feminine in her flowery thin sundress, and now, wearing a pajama set consisting of shorts and a T-shirt, with cute cute doggie, in front of me stood a very young girl. I smiled and wished good night, and mentally cursed myself for too frank glances and too much fantasy. No matter how smart and interesting my guest would be, in fact it was still a child, a young girl, from whom I had been separated for twenty years!

I could not sleep. Too suddenly everything changed in my troubled life. I used to answer for myself, but now suddenly (it seemed to me) a man appeared, about whom you need to take some care, some attention. And let it be temporary and after entering the university (in which I had no doubt) Aiyana would plunge into a rich student life, but now we had almost a month ahead and I wanted to spend it with the girl as much as possible.

Making plans, I did not notice how I fell asleep. I woke up on the alarm clock at exactly 7.00, I would like to lie still, but today I had to go on a business trip for a couple of days, and I also wanted to quickly settle issues with Ayyana’s admission.

While I was bathing, shaving, the girl had already got up and was in charge of the kitchen.

- Good morning! - smiled at her (and at the same time my heart suddenly pounded in my chest quickly, quickly).

- Good morning! - answered the girl, for a moment she turned her head and again returned to the pan on which something was twisted. - I decided to fry croutons! I love croutons with milk for breakfast! You (stopped) ... you do not mind that I was in charge of this house?

- This house has not seen the female hand for a long time! I think it will not harm him to some kind of intervention, and then he is too harsh, like me!

I automatically sat down on a chair and did not take my eyes off the girl, with the ease of a butterfly fluttering around the stove. Aiyana had already spread her hair, and they were barely visible waves lying on her back, pulled together with a rubber band at the very tips. She was wearing a light T-shirt, blue shorts and flip flops, and I could only admire her slim figure and chiseled legs. I immediately visited the idea.

- Listen, and our yesterday's conversation about your photo shoot in force?

- Yes! Of course, ”Ayana turned around again, looking at me with shining eyes. - Do you really find time for me? She asked uncertainly.

- You are a very interesting model, so as I return from a business trip, we will think of something: decide the issue with the studio and work with you!

- Oh, right! - Ayyana became sad. - You did talk about the trip. Maybe I will go to the hotel?

- No hotel! Resolved! - I snapped! “I will not let go of such a hostess anywhere now, I said with a smile already, but at the same time for some reason I started to paint!”

- Breakfast is ready! - proclaimed the girl, and we set the table together.

The breakfast was wonderful, despite the fact that there was nothing special on the menu: croutons, boiled soft-boiled eggs and sausages. I drank coffee, and Ayana hot milk.

“So,” I began, wiping my mouth with a napkin. - Now we will take a trip to one place, solve your question, then go to supermag, buy food so that you and the cat do not go hungry here, and at 16 I have a plane! I'll be back on Tuesday evening. And so as not to be bored, I will give you a certain task on the photo, so that it will be useful and interesting!

Ayana, who was sad about my departure, beamed up when she heard about the assignment!

Half an hour later, we were already rushing to the destination, and the wind, bursting into the open side windows, was pulling at Ayana’s light sundress and her long black hair, as if playing some mysterious melody on the intricate strings.

The center was crowded.

“Let's go,” I carried Aiyan along with me, tacking between crowds of tourists.

Finally I found the one I was looking for!

Two young Chinese, squinting and without that narrow eyes, were photographed next to Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, or rather, of course, his double.

- You know what kind of character? - I said at my young companion.

- Lenin, Vladimir Ilyich. The leader of the world proletariat!

- Wow! - I whistled.

- Well, I graduated from school with a medal! - Iyana smiled sweetly.

By this time, "pseudolenin" freed from the annoying Chinese, and, noticing me, imposingly headed in our direction:

- Whom I see, he began from afar, in a completely non-Leninist voice, but in an echoing bass, - Nikolai Sergeyevich himself! Ba, ba, ba! Long time no see!

“Meet me,” I inserted, firmly shaking the hand of my old friend and addressing Ayana, “Vladimir Stepanovich Gordeyev.” The chairman of the admission commission of that very university where you plan to enter, well and part-time earns money from the leader of the world proletariat!

“And this is Ayana Uvarova, a very talented girl and a future krasnodoladnik student of journalism,” I said to Volodya Gordeyev, my classmate, with whom I once worked side by side.

- BUT! Is your niece? Asked Lenin in surprise.

- Something like that!

We talked with Gordeev, in other words, I put in a word for my old / new acquaintance, although I was completely sure of her power, but it is not out of place to be safe, especially when there is an opportunity.

***

Having collected a small bag with things and a backpack with photographic equipment, I left Ayyane spare keys, money just in case, phones of close friends, also just in case, and took a taxi to the airport.

Sitting in a taxi, I was not thinking about the upcoming business trip, as I usually did, but about a young Yakut beauty, a girl with the amazing name of Ayyan. She didn’t come out of my head, and the door was slammed shut just behind me, as I had already begun to miss her. Do not even get bored, and yearn.

“Really in love?” I asked myself in amazement! In my youth I was very passionate and endured unrequited love, and then, just became a cynic and an egoist, I thought it was easier to live. Relations did not start, so, light hobbies, fleeting novels without commitment, where everything suits both parties. And as soon as it stopped arranging, the novel was terminated with the same ease and without any remorse of conscience. And now, a half-forgotten feeling that returned from my youth, when the heart goes to the heels at the mention of the girl's name alone! Ayana! Oh, Ayana!

I scolded myself for these thoughts, but did not know what to do. Yes, of course, young girls like men older than them, especially when they are successful and famous. But I didn’t want to like Aiyana only because of it. She is quite young, she can build relationships with her peers. To which this girl is an old stale stump, like me. Although ... take the parents. Mother barely turned 18 when her father married her, although he was 21 years older. And you lived a very happy, albeit painfully short life!

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