1. Special hobby. Part 1
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The southern seaside town woke up in a cry of seagulls and the morning sunlight that warmed its inhabitants. At a table towering over the seaside cafe, a young man was sitting, finishing his coffee. Enjoying the freshness of the morning, he looked at the turquoise waves and the blue cloudless sky. He thought about something far from these beach places.

In the cafe, behind him, the waiter was quietly talking to the hostess, occasionally glancing at the early guest while waiting for a generous tip.

This Russian settled a few months ago in an old castle nearby and became their regular customer. Every morning he came to breakfast, was polite and paid generously, they were valued, the table at which he always settled down to his arrival was spotlessly clean, breakfast was ready.

The castle, in which the morning guest settled, formerly belonged to the family, whose history went back centuries and intertwined with the history of the city. The noble family was rich, but gradually the race fell into decay. Her last member, a tall, thin old man who loved to walk in the evenings along the embankment died long ago. The castle was locked for many years; in its large park, having defeated the fence, the children were naughty. Finally, last winter, having paid huge money by local standards, someone bought it. They say this is one of those Russians who are fabulously rich. Isn't he? - With respect they looked at him, ready to serve.

Finishing the meal, he, considering the tourists on the embankment, determined from which country they were. His glance, slipping on the blue-eyed, tanned blonde, moved indifferently to other morning swim lovers. Suddenly, when he remembered something, he looked at her again. I got up and hurried along the stone, worn down salty winds, steps down to the embankment.

- Svetlana?

- Andrew? She looked at him, rejoicing at a friend in a foreign country.

- Svetlana, you have not changed, I recognized you immediately. Glad to meet you. He smiled. The last time we parted was under sad circumstances.

- Oh yeah! I have not forgotten your noble deed and often remembered you. A shadow flashed across her big blue eyes.

- Let's talk, - he pointed to the abandoned cafe.

- We rush to the beach, if you want, join.

- And who is it, we? Is Albina with you?

- Yes, here she is. A tall, slender, long-haired girl, dressed in striped shorts and a t-shirt, hastened to them.

- Albina, do you recognize this man?

- Of course. She looked at him with respect and gratitude. You are Andrey. Our savior.

- You are exaggerating my virtues, Andrew, looking into her blue, like my mother's eyes, I saw there are gay drafts.

I must say that you are very similar to mother, however, both of you, I think, have long known this. Let's go the same to the beach.

Droplets of water flowed from the tanned bodies. Svetlana and Andrei basked in the sun.

- Have you come on vacation?

- We have a long vacation. The business that you gave us, a travel agency, went bankrupt. For the remaining money, I decided to make a present for Albina's birthday, go to the sea in Italy.

“Well, a sensible decision,” he said, looking at her.

- ... My woman, my property. I have such an attitude towards women ... teasing him, she giggled, turned to him. I remembered how you ...

- You are stout. You don't follow my property very well, Svetlana. Waiting for you and my daughter to visit me in the evening, then we will continue the conversation. I live over there. He pointed to a castle entwined with southern greenery towering above the sea.

- Daughter, where are my earrings with pebbles?

- We are going somewhere? - Albina is so tired of the evening walks with her mother along the embankment.

- We are invited to visit Andrei. On the way to the sea, we pass by the castle with a park surrounded by a black metal fence. You still said - What a huge park! It is his.

- He is so rich!

- We were rich too. If not for your dad ...

- Andrei is a good man, he saved us.

- Oh yeah! Rather, bought. Never tell him that he saved us. You have no idea what I had to go through. I don’t know why, he let us go, but lately, I think it would be better for us to stay and belong to him.

- How to belong?

- Since slaves in antiquity belonged.

- Are you kidding?!

- My daughter, she hugged Albin by the shoulders - we are poor. You have no idea how much, because I never told you about this. Last money is about to run out, and what will we do? We do not need anyone here or there, and no one to help us. Do you want to return to this little town where we are strangers? Where everyone hates us. You have no friends there, no friends.

“They are not interesting for me,” Albina sniffed.

- Not interesting, because we are above them. If it were not for your dad ... When I met Andrew, I thought - this is our last chance. I beg you, be affectionate with Andrew. And if he asks you for something, do you understand me? Do not refuse him.

- Go yourself. And I will not go. You're welcome! ”Albina, turning away, blushed red.

- What are we to do, daughter! I will go. You know how I love you, I have no one but you. Let's go together.

- OK, Mom. Come what may.

In the rays of the setting sun, two blue-eyed blondes walked along the embankment, knocking heels and shaking their purses, catching the lustful looks of the men and envious of their companions. If it were not for the age difference, they could be easily mistaken for sisters. They wore evening dark dresses to the knees and light heeled shoes. They did not hurry. Finally, they approached the dark gate and pressed the button on the intercom. Passing inside, the gate behind them closed.

A fading evening lit in the darkening sky the sparkling blue sparkles of stars. A cool wind playing with a tablecloth brought a cocktail of the smells of the salty sea and the nightly colors of an abandoned park. Andrei, Svetlana and Albina had dinner. In the large hall was laid a huge old table. The hall was decorated with columns and ancient sculptures. The music was quiet.

- Yes, you live in a museum! Albina considered the ceiling painted by some biblical plot.

- Oh yeah! - He smiled at her. I purchased the building with all its contents. There are so many interesting things here! I'll introduce you soon.

The park is huge, the castle is beautiful. I am thinking about building a hotel in this town.

- So what's the deal? - Svetlana smiled at him.

- Things are easy.

- ... So, dear ladies, as far as I understood you, he looked at Svetlana, a few years ago, having released you, I acted rashly. You cannot live on your own. Having met by chance, you decided to return to me and belong to me as your host. Did I put everything right, Svetlana?

- Yes, right.

- And you, Albina, agree?

- I agree.

- I am responsible for you. Confucius is right. However, you, ladies, are always free to leave my house. Oh yeah, you do not know how to live independently. He smiled. I am also free to save myself from your presence by rewarding you at my discretion or by not giving you anything, leaving with what you came to me. Being under my care, you will obey me implicitly, but I can do with you everything I decide to fit. Yes, we are agree?

- We agree. They replied, confirming their agreement with the crystal bell of the filled glasses.

- Let's go the same, dear ladies.

And he led them through a string of tall antique doors with gold-plated, time-worn handles, through half-dark halls, some of which were littered with all utensils, which undoubtedly represented a true treasure for any antiquary. The walls of the hall were hung with paintings, and some were covered with antique tapestries, next to which stood at least old furniture.

Finally, they moved into the residential part of the castle.

They entered the hall, decorated with a large marble fireplace, the floor of which was covered with a thick fluffy carpet. The walls were hung with old black and white photographs of girls, and large mirrors. ...

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