The summer session was surrendered. I left the audience holding a test book with the last exam. Although the world economy is not a statistic. And the teacher here is good, especially not strained students. The result of the session suited me, and the scholarship remained with me. I sighed happily with relief. Only practice remained and for a little more than two months I will rest and have fun. The meeting students of my group, in my expression and wide smile on their face, understood that I had passed perfectly.

I was sent to be one of the first to pass as most times. I did not particularly oppose. Here they are trying to learn something else, and I am free and can go home. Now it was funny to watch classmates convulsively repeating the material. Fingering in the hands of notes or their copies. I stood for a couple of minutes with them. I said goodbye and went to the exit with pleasure. Throughout the uni was a similar picture. Students sat and waited for their fate. It is good that I entered the first installment and now I do not suffer in anticipation.

I passed by some technical group. About a dozen guys reviewed formulas with notes and drew various charts on sheets of paper. This is even cooler statistics I thought. They even did not hold me with a look. And I was wearing a black knee-length skirt, a white blouse with short sleeves, she was a bit small and sat tight on me, which further emphasized my second-size chest. Knocking on the heels of black shoes on an average heel, I walked beside them. Dark hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed nicely when walking. Really nobody will look at me. I frowned a little and slowed down a little. Still, one of the guys looked up from the abstract with formulas and graphs and some other drawings. We accidentally met the views I even felt embarrassed.

- Hello! What so learn? - I asked cheerfully and smiled at him.

- Hello! - the boy sighed, and so appreciatively held me look. - Resistance of materials.

- We do not have this. What is so difficult?

- Oh, don't talk. - He shook his head with a hopeless look. - And it's good that no. Tin is simple.

- Then good luck to you! Until. - I playfully said goodbye and waved goodbye to them.

The guys broke away from their notebooks and thanked me. I went further and was confident that now they accurately accompany me with a look. I went down to the first floor. Passed near the mirrors of the wardrobe. Once again admired her reflection in them. I was happy that I passed the session, and so it looked quite attractive. I smiled to myself and walked to the exit.

Warm summer weather greeted me outside. I wanted to, like a little girl, skip a run to the hostel. I straightened my bag and started to go down the steps. Sweet rays of the sun touched my very white skin. There was a breeze. Rare clouds in thin stripes painted the blue sky. Nature also enjoyed my success. I did not even want to go to the hostel. But I had to get ready and go.

- Ilona! Wait! - I heard the familiar voice of Yankee and turned in her direction.

I stopped and looked at my roommate. Yana studied in the same specialty as me only in another group. And so she is a year older than me. Slender, with blond hair, small breasts and a sweet face, of medium height. Dressed in a white dress with black stripes on the sides and without sleeves. It beautifully emphasized her figure, beige sandals on the platform. I saw her in the morning, but we didn’t really talk.

- Well, how did you pass? - smiling I asked and was preparing to congratulate my girlfriend.

- No damn. - Yana lowered her eyes and looked at the asphalt of the track. - This statistic is so complicated. These formulas are not realistic to learn. How could you pass it?

- I do not know passed somehow. - I decided not to upset her, although she and so everything was difficult was given.- Did you solve the problem? There are no big formulas for these. The simplest and enough with you.

- Yes, I decided nothing.

I felt by the voice that Yana was ready to cry. I approached, and she buried her head in my shoulder. I put her hand on her head and stroked her blonde hair. I heard the delicious aroma of her perfume.

- Ian stop it. Do not cry here. Makeup will float and you will be scary. - I tried to calm her down and stroked her head. - When do you have a retake?

Yana giggled softly, lifted her head and looked at me blinking with her big cilia. Droplets of tears gathered in his eyes and at any moment like streams of water were ready to rush out.

- In one day. I will not learn and they will expel me. What I tell my parents.

- Do not worry so. You do not have scholarships, but you will pass at least. - I continued to calm my girlfriend and now she was stroking her back and pope. - Let's walk, you calm down, and then I'll help you.

- Where are we going? Go better to yourself. Mood at zero.

- Look at the weather. - I spread my hands to the sides and smiled again. - Aired, and even want to eat. Buy something. Let's walk an hour. And come back. You can sit in the park. Do you have notes and questions with you?

Yana only sighed and nodded her head. Gently wipe away the tears. She seemed so defenseless to me. I wanted to hug and kiss her, touch her delicate skin. Slight excitement passed through the body. The passing students looked at us, but as tears in her lovely eyes noticed, no one risked pestering. The sun was warm and it was hot under his rays. We leisurely moved along the road. Hid in the shadow of houses and trees. Then we chatted about exams. Although Yana ruined my mood, but it was still on top. Only hunger more and more reminded of itself.

We walked along the city street. Passers-by in the usual rhythm of the city hurried about their business. Everyone has their own problems. Only rare kids fun running and enjoy life. I also wanted to find myself on the playground again and build sand figures, dig various ditches. I just smiled to myself and looked at my girlfriend. She just walked beside the sad physiognomy. Mechanically answered my questions.

- Let's go buy yourself a hot dog or a bun. And then in my stomach growls. - I looked at Jan and stroked my stomach.

- You buy yourself, but I do not want. - a sad voice said girlfriend and took a deep breath. - I now have nothing in my throat.

- Take ice cream though. Yes, calm down you. Stop sour. As a last resort in the fall you will hand over. Do not expel you.

- Easy to tell you. You did it all. - Yana just looked at me and waved her hand. - Oh, okay. Ice cream is possible.

We went to a small grocery store. I sent Yanka to buy ice cream, and she went to choose a snack for herself. In the morning I just drank tea with cookies. Though I knew that I would pass the exam, I still had the least amount of excitement. I bought a muffin and a small bottle of milk. Light and tasty snack. While the saleswoman was looking for change tried on the label to consider the expiration date. For that, the middle-aged aunt unhappyly threw her glance at me. Lacked not yet fresh to buy.

- You are everything? - quietly clarified a friend and looked at me with sad eyes.

- Yes. Yes, let's go. Now I will come to eat. And then I'll do some ice cream. Do not melt though?

- Should not. - Jan felt the packaging. - It seems hard. We will have time to reach it.

For a couple of minutes we came to the park. There are not many people in the middle of the day. Mothers with children, pensioners who are bored at home alone came out to talk and scold young people and the authorities. We went a little further into the park. Hid in the shade under the dense crowns of trees. I had to wipe the bench with a damp cloth. City noise is almost unheard of. Only the signals of cars and the roar of trolley buses, like the cries of wild animals came from somewhere in the distance. Yana sat next. But her thoughts are very far away. She looked into the distance and sucked her ice cream lightly. I sat down next to and began to chew on a muffin with milk. She looked at her girlfriend’s slender legs, wanted to touch her, kiss her. ...