When I, a young man of eighteen, graduated from the Nakhimov Naval School in Tbilisi and flew home to Sevastopol, one of my friends Petka Khizhnyak, having finished ten years in Sevastopol, came to meet me, he had the first question:

- Listen, scythe! (so the boys on our street teased me because I wore the proud surname of Zaitsev’s father, and for them, scoundrels, I was just oblique), - I have a state of emergency - on a household scale, - barely squeezing out a reddened face, like a cooked crab, our street leader of the redskins Petka.

- Something serious? - I smiled, knowing that my bosom friend is always able to turn any event into a thunderstorm to his precious health. He even screamed, when we dived into the sea in a chorus and pawed our ears to us all, and when he emerged, he shouted that he was deaf because of us.

We agreed with him that after the end of the ten-year period, we were entering the Higher Naval School in St. Petersburg, where I already had the relevant order from the head of the school, and Petka, apart from the fear in the empty head, did not have anything else.

We moved aside, but Petka led me over the fence, unzipped my pants and pulled out a member. I - gasped. His “Device” was as calm as a hanging hose of twenty centimeters ...

- Well, what's so special? - I tried to reassure a friend, and he, having fastened his fly, continued:

- You are well advised! And what should I do, that in a quiet state, he reaches almost to the knee? Is it with such a "hose" to take the fleet?

“Listen, Peter the Great,” sometimes we teased him when he was a hundred and eight centimeters tall. “You are still growing, and this is very good for the fleet.” Look, the sailors are walking out, - I pointed to a group of sailors walking toward the plane, is there any Charlie-Chaplin among them?

- Nah ...

- Toto is the same. By the way, the dwarf Charlie-Chaplin had a huge cock, more than yours, ”I grinned.

- You do not magnus ... sh? - asked Petty, who cheered up. But why is it all of a sudden and only in my class?

- The hormones you have played ... You're one of the first in the class of our Englishwoman fucked. What? Forgot?

- Come on! I, too, found something to remember !. Yes, and I never fucked her, all the boys lied when they saw that she was dragging me by the sleeve to the classroom for a test ...

“Okay, child of the Danube,” as we sometimes called him, since the first two years after his birth, he lived there with his grandfather, until the war ended.

“I’ll run home now, introduce myself to mommy, and then you and me to the Primorsky shane.” There girls tenth graders, they say, all the bins are filled. Celebrate graduation. Is going?

- Okay! Waiting for you there in the evening. During the day there is nothing to do. I was already there, - Petka answered and waved his hand hopelessly.

I digress a little from the topic of the story, because, going home, I remembered my mom's neighbor, Aunt Katya, who was under thirty, and she looked like Danae in Rembrand's picture. I always asked myself the question why such a great artist and suddenly needed such a complete, and would not say that such a very beautiful woman? I have always had thin, slender girls with whom it was a pleasure to dance, because under their whisper in the ear of a partner, they sang hope for the beauty of life, implying first of all themselves. With such a contemporary-dressed chirp it was not a shame to appear in any company, but with Danaia, you probably would have booed. And yet it seemed to me that it is in such women that there is something that is not found in stylish, beautifully dressed skinny girls, showing their knowledge on the unusual topic of any story.

Aunt Katya had buried her drunken husband for a long time and lived through the fence with my mother, whom she considered her closest friend.So I decided to try it out for durability on the sexual issue, realizing that a woman who carefully looks into the eyes of a man is probably concerned about something intimate for a long time. Only does not see a way out of this state. In confirmation of our position, when we sat at a table under an awning in our yard and admired my mother's borsch, the shoe of Aunt Katina had a heavy leg, sometimes spent the night at the tip of my shoe. And when she told a greasy anecdote, her mother, reproachfully, shaking her head, just as laughed as her fat girlfriend, about whom I once told my mother that such as a tractor, can crush in bed any man, mentally wary Katya , because she didn’t go from hints to inviting to bed. "That would be to incite my friend Petka to this viper on her," he would quickly find where to insert his long trunk. - I thought and smiled.

“Why are you laughing, sailor, from the stove bryak?” - she immediately picked up when my mother went into the summer kitchen for second course.

- Yes, yes. Remembered the picture of Rembrandt Danae? - I sneered ironically.

“Did you see her in my bedroom?”

- What are you, Aunt Katya! Yes, I don’t know what door there is, ”I interrupted the conversation, with a playful wink at the fat woman.

- And you would take and come to me, that way at eleven in the evening. Then I would look at this picture? - She smiled playfully, again stepping under the table on the toe of my shoe.

- And if mom finds out? - I put my hand under the table on her knee.

- Do not know. I will treat her with my homemade wine and put it to bed, and you will say that you are leaving for the county dance and you will come late. From my wine she won't wake up until morning, ”the neighbor smiled slyly.

“Very business proposal, I agree,” I squeezed her knee under the table and tried to get into the panties, to which she immediately pulled away from me, whispering: “And this is only at night.”

My friends chirped like spring starlings on the fence, I got up, kissed my mother on the cheek, and Aunt Katya got a pen and said that Petka and I were going to the water station for a dance, and I would be only in the morning ...

- Well, what are you, son! I will be worried, - said my mother, a pretentious wineglass with Katka wine, to which she replied: "Yes, let them walk ... Young people ... And when they get married, there will be no time to walk" ...

- You, as always, are Katerina's rights, only it is not clear. Five years, as she buried her husband and do not get married anymore ...

- Why do I need a husband? Excess burden. And now you will not find a sober man. I will rest from these military affairs for another year, and then it will be seen, ”the widow answered. I waved to them and closed the gate behind me.

Dances, as always, for people like me, were on the second floor of the water station, where we danced, sometimes with plump widows, and on the first floor, the cadets rubbed their hips with their tanned and black-haired beauties. At midnight the dances were over, and Petka and I took a taxi and drove to my Plastunskaya street. At the Katyn gate I went out, and Petka drove on to his house. I took the wicket handle and the door opened very easily: “Hurray! They are waiting for us here, ”I thought, entering the courtyard. The door to the corridor of the house was also slightly ajar, and I, like a night thief, tiptoed into the dark bedroom, where a wobbling voice whispered to me from the bed: “Undress. Guilt do you want?

- I will not refuse, the mistress of the copper mountain. _ I giggled.

“Go into the corridor, wash your hands, and now I will light a candle, and we will sit, Rembrand.”

- Why Rembrand? - I did not understand.

- Do you see the picture above you?

- Not! It's dark in your forest ...

- Let there be light! - Catherine said and lit a candle. And for the first time I saw her completely naked: thick thighs, huge breasts sticking out in different directions, large buttocks of a pinkish color and a navel sunk in the stomach. But the face was beautiful. I have never seen such a happy and kind face with her. She sat down beside, pouring tea from a samovar, and a wine from a three-liter bottle ...She looked at me with such loving eyes that I could not stand it, got up, walked over to her, took hold of the hair on the back of her head and tilted her head parallel to the ceiling, began to kiss her hot, quivering lips. ...