Belyakov. Stop it! Shut up now. Well, what are you scared? Shut up ... yes shut up you ...

She pulled him to the chairs along the wall.

- Sit down. Sit down and calm down.

Belyakov sank into a chair and wept, holding his face with his hands.

Anna Mikhailovna quickly lowered her skirt and sat down next:

- Well, what's wrong with you, Belyakov? What's the matter? Seryozha?

She hugged his shoulders.

- Enough. Do you hear? Well, what are you - a girl? First-grader?

Belyakov continued to cry.

- Shame on you! Well, enough, finally. You yourself wanted this. Well, shut up! So bloom! Shut up!

She shook him.

Belyakov sobbed and was silent, cringing.

- Well ... dry your tears ... how can you cry like that ... oh, you ... noodle ...

Sobbing, Belyakov rubbed his sleeves.

Anna Mikhailovna stroked his head, whispered:

- Well, what are you? What are you scared? BUT? Answer it. Come on answer! BUT? Answer it.

- I do not know...

- What do you think, I will tell everyone? Stupid. I specially shuttered the window. I promise you, honestly. I will not tell anyone. Do you understand? No one. Do you believe me? Do you believe?

- I believe ...

- What then got scared?

- I do not know...

- And now you are afraid? Are you afraid?

I'm not afraid ... - Belyakov sobbed.

Anna Mikhaylovna whispered in his ear:

- Well, honest party, I will not tell anyone! Honest party! After all, I stayed in the party, not like some! You know what it is - an honest party?

- Well ... I know ...

- Do you believe me? BUT? Speak Do you believe? I'm trying for you, stupid. Then thank you. Believe, talk?

- Well ... I believe ...

- Not well, I believe! And I believe, Anna Mikhailovna.

- I believe, Anna Mikhailovna.

- You will not cry more?

- I will not.

- promise?

- I promise.

- You were a pioneer, right?

- was.

- Give an honest pioneer that you will not cry and you will not tell anyone!

- Honest pioneer.

- What, honest pioneer?

- I will not cry and I will not tell anyone ...

- Here you go. You probably thought I was laughing at you ... thought, talk? Thought? After all, I thought, idiot, eh? - she laughed softly, rocking him by the shoulders.

- A little ... - muttered Belyakov and smiled.

- Stupid you, Belyakov. Didn't any girls really show this place to you?

- Nah ... not one ...

- And you have not asked once in a good way? Look?

- Nope ...

- Would you like to see? Honestly say - would you like?

Belyakov shrugged.

- I do not know...

- Do not lie! We are talking about cleanliness! I would like to? In a pioneer! Fair! I would like to?!

- Well ... wanted ...

She slowly lifted her skirt, spread her plump legs:

- Then look ... look, do not turn away ...

Belyakov looked frowningly.

She straightened tights and underpants slipping on her boots, spread her knees wider:

- Look. Bend over and watch ...

Sniffing, Belyakov leaned over.

- Well, see?

- I see ...

- What do you see?

- Well ... hair ...

- And what is first scared? BUT?

- I do not know ... An Michalna ... maybe not necessary ...

- Aren `t you ashamed! What did you just talk about? Look better!

Belyakov silently watched.

- Do you see well? She leaned toward him. - And then I'll get up like this ...

She stood in front of him.

Belyakov looked at her groin thickly covered with black hair. Over him hung a smooth belly with a large navel in the middle. On the stomach, a trace of gum clearly appeared.

- If you want, you can touch ... touch, if you want ... do not be afraid ...

Anna Mikhailovna took his hand, still wet from tears, put it on the pubis:

- Touch it yourself ... well ... touch it ...

Belyakov touched the shaggy hillock.

- After all, there is nothing terrible, right? - smiled reddened Anna Mikhailovna. - Not? BUT? No, I ask you?

Her head swayed, her lip tinged nervously.

- Not.

- Then touch it again.

Belyakov raised his hand and touched it again.

- Well, touch it again. Way down. Touch down. Do not be afraid...

She spread her trembling legs wider.

Belyakov touched her swollen labia.

- Touch more ... more ... that you are afraid ... you are not a girl ... a pioneer after all ...

Belyakov drove his palm across her sweaty genitals.

- You can touch it from behind ... even closer there ... look ...

She turned her back on him, raised her skirt higher.

Touch it from behind ... well, touch ...

Belyakov stuck his hand between the plump buttocks and again stumbled upon wet labia.

- Well ... touch ... touch more ... now touch again in front ...

Belyakov touched the front.

- Now again from behind ... like this ... touch it harder ... bolder that you are afraid ... there is a hole ... find it with your finger ... no, not the one below ... here. Push there ... here ...

Belyakov stuck his finger into the slippery vagina.

- Here. Found ... see ... hole ... - Anna Mikhailovna whispered, sticking out her ass harder and looking at the ceiling. - No ... stay still there ... here ... add another finger ... another one ... yeah ... stand up ... that you are sitting.

Belyakov got up without taking out his fingers.

- With one hand behind you feel, and the other in front ... like this ...

He began to touch with both hands.

- Like this. And do you want me to touch you? Do you want

- I do not know ... maybe it is not necessary ...

- And I know what you want ... I only touch ... you touch me ... I also wonder ...

She groped for his fly, unzipped and rummaged through her hand:

- Here ... here ... see ... you have a small one ... but firm ... here ... then you already ... touch it again, do not be afraid ... here ... and you can enter them into the hole ... now ... and now it’s too early ... why did you remove your hand ... still touch ... ah ... ooohhh ... no ... don't take it out ... no. .. no ... yes ... in me ... ufff ... yeah ...

The bell rang.

- Well, enough ... - she stood up sharply, quickly pulled up her pants with tights, straightened her skirt. - Enough ... well, you will not tell anyone? Right?

- No, I will not say ...

- Honest pioneer?

- Honest pioneer.

- After all, this is our secret, right?

- Yeah.

- And the guys can not tell?

- I will not say.

- And brother?

- And brother.

- And mom?

- And mom.

- Swear. Raise your hand and say - honest pioneer.

Belyakov raised a sticky hand over his forehead:

- Honest pioneer.

Anna Mikhaylovna turned to the colored portrait of Stalin smiling above her in a white tunic and addressed her solemnly:

- Honest Party ...

The bell rang again.

- Is that for a break or a lesson? - Muttered the head teacher, touching his burning flaming cheek.

- For a change ... - prompted Belyakov.

Anna Mikhailovna went to the window, pulled the curtains back, then turned to Belyakov:

- I'm not very red?

- Well no...

- Not? Well, run, then. And try not to be a hooligan anymore. And then call again.

She began to unlock the door:

- Run ... wait! Button up your fly.

Turning away, he buttoned his pants.

- Do you have that right now?

- Biology ...

- At three hundred and fourth?

- Yes, up there ...

- So go.

She flung open the door.

Belyakov stepped over the threshold and ran away.

Anna Mikhaylovna smiled absently.