This morning was unusually creamy. The soft light of the cold winter sun flooded the room, ignoring the translucent beige curtains, and the girl who had been fighting with him all morning, spinning from side to side, still gave up.

“Hi, new day. “- Lyuba opened her eyes, smiled broadly, arched, and ran her hands over her face, as if brushing off the remnants of sleep. Soft slippers rustled on the floor, and the girl still could not stop yawning, sweetly smacking on the way to the bathroom. Passing through the thin partition that separated them from the room they shared with her sister, Luba mischievously grabbed the edge of the Vera blanket, with each step more and more pulling him to the floor, and hearing a quiet murmur, she smugly fluttered to her parents. Dad was on the flight, so my mother slept alone, sitting strictly on the diagonal: “just like me” - the girl giggled and looked at the younger brother, who was sitting, practically leaning against the TV, from the screen of which, very quietly so as not to wake the sleeping parent, broadcast leading good morning.

“Filya, hello,” said Lyuba in a conspiratorial half-whisper, drawing words. The boy smiled and waved his hand cheerfully, then put his index finger to his lips.
“I am quietly, honestly, honestly” - the brother nodded, showing that he completely trusted the girl’s consciousness, and turned back to the screen.
The latch of the wooden-looking door creaked, and Lyuba, gently folding her pajamas on the washing machine, stepped into the bathtub, removing the shower from the wall.

“Hot, cold, ah, hot!” - Lyuba pulled out her hand, and with a shake of her head threw a pile of hair onto one side. She often caught herself thinking that she damned like a morning shower, and although some, such as Vera, systematically neglected this important hygienic procedure, she can easily get up early, only to be alone with warm water, detached from problems for a few minutes. and the upcoming difficulties, soaping the disobedient mane, and finally, with a bright note, drench yourself from head to toe with a prickly cold, so that the whole next day to walk charged and fresh. Of course, there were such mornings in which it was not possible at all to make time for this small, but very important ritual, but this morning was not at all one of those, it was creamy.

- Luba, are you there?
- Yes, Mom, I have almost everything, only I will remove the shampoo and leave.
Left unanswered, the girl carefully washed her hair, running her fingers into red curls, held her breath, turned off the hot water, and ... And was mentally ready for a new day.

At breakfast it was noisy. Phil waving his hands, as if conducting an invisible orchestra, and laughed when his mother, shouting over the hissing frying pan, sang along with him like a real soloist of the opera house, Vera from the bathroom shouted that they were both fake, but did it quite miserably, podzoryvaya them, and only Lyuba smiled at the corner of her mouth, lovingly buried in a telephone. During the night, nothing so important in the phone has increased, except for messages in the group's conversation, with a request to cover those who are not in a hurry to change the bed for a future nap at lectures, without pillows and a blanket, but everything important happened yesterday. She opened the correspondence again and again, running her eyes through such tender lines, and dreamily voiced them with his voice in her head. It does not matter that the rhyme was funny and childish, and some words were stretched, these were her poems, or rather the poems dedicated to her, and this, no matter what, was very pleasant.

“It was online at 4:17, it means that it is still asleep, it’s interesting that he came in so late? And in other matters it’s not important, I probably also went to re-read, ”Luba felt a rush of mischief, pushing the edge of her bath robe exposed her leg, and quietly photographed her, attaching a smiley face with a grinning imp to the photo, and wishing a good morning.
Kirill was a senior for three years, and just recently graduated from her university in economics. He began working at senior years, so he didn’t stay idle, although he didn’t linger in firms for long. They met more than a year ago, at the bottom of a freshman, although at that moment Lyuba moved to the second course.She had not been in a relationship for some time, and she herself approached this long-haired, smooth-shaven guy, who was standing aloof from the noisy crowd. After a few weeks, she was already crying before bedtime, thinking of him, and he certainly calmed her down, calling her red sun, and from that she seemed to be really glowing.

- Mom, and when will Dad come?
- Soon, Phil, soon, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, will be our folder at home.
- Love-carrot, all you dream? - Mom put in front of Any plate with hot fried, sprinkled with some herbs on top.
“I’m dreaming everything ...” The girl closed her eyes and put a phone on the table.
- Come on, your phone will not run away from you anywhere. Vera! Well march to the table, everyone is waiting for you.
- No one is waiting for me moms, do not dramatize. - Vera sat on a stool next to her sister and kicked her under the table. - This is for you a blanket.
- Mom! Faith is kicking!

- What?! Am i kicking - Philip laughed with his mouth full, making it clear that Vera’s cunning maneuver was not left without his attention.
- Well enough for both of you! Eat and wash the dishes with you, Phil, eat, do not be distracted.
Plates and cups rattled in the sink, mother and Philip in the next room were going to the store, and Vera lazily drank coffee, flipping through the channels of the TV hanging on the wall.

No less than a morning shower, Lyuba loved to put on her morning make-up, corresponding to her mood and her expectations. And now, having brushed her teeth, she returned to herself, and sat down in front of an improvised dressing table, spreading out the contents of her cosmetic bag in front of a mirror. At first, she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of combing her unruly hair with fluffy hair after the shampoo, then squeezing out a little cream protecting the skin from the harmful effects of frost on the back of her hand, it was time to rub it on the bridge of her nose, cheekbones, cheeks and chin, it was time go to the fun part. After putting on dark blue shadows, and marking the lower eyelid, Lyuba began to paint her eyelashes, framing her dark green eyes, with a soft brush, giving them a length. She knew and knew how to do it beautifully, quickly and correctly, so soon she was blinking her eyes in front of the mirror, turning her head in different directions, pleased with the result. She prepared her clothes in the evening, and now she was confused in the sleeves of a soft green sweater, worn over the bra and a gray sleeveless T-shirt. Luba pulled out warm black tights from the cabinet, and a black knee-length skirt, expanding to the bottom, fastened tiny earrings in the form of rowan berries on her lobes, and took a ring with a pattern of cold enamel from the box on the bedside table and put it on ring finger. The last thing left: a drop on the right wrist, a drop on the left, and pulling the collar of the jacket, a smooth line of ghosts between the breasts.

After removing the bag from the back of the chair, and putting the cosmetic bag and the phone in it, Lyuba went to a dark hallway, covered with jackets and crammed with shoes that no longer fit into the mezzanine. There, ridiculously puffing, and bent over, the mother struggled with the lightning on Philip's jacket, now and then spitting hair from climbing into the eyes and mouth.
- Lyuban, help me, I can not, Phil, stand still! - Mom leaned against the wall and exhaled loudly, and Lyuba sat down in front of her brother, squatting, and tugged on the jammed tongue.
- Are you today for long?
- I do not know, mom, why?
- Do not linger much, you need to clean up when your father arrives, from Faith to sense as from a black sheep.
- Maybe the girls and I will go to sushi - Lyuba zipped up her brother's jacket, and stood next to her mother.
“Go in, but then go home a bullet, otherwise I’m not hired to carry you all alone.” Should I wait for you?
- Yes, wait - Lyuba snapped Philip on the nose, from which he sneezed, and began to wear boots. After removing an old sheepskin coat and hat from a hanger, she was completely ready to plunge into the day.

In the Khrushchev there are no elevators, ...