At first Semyon Markovich gave me private lessons in playing the piano. Then, as though by accident, I met in the city and kindly drove home to my sparkling Volvo car. When I proudly emerged from the car, the guys at the entrance whistled, and girlfriends grabbed their heads: "Katka! Such a peasant, heaped you everywhere, carries! "" Ah!
This is my music teacher . I just drove it, "I smiled. At home my mother got out: "Katya, why does Semyon Markovich bring you home? I do not like all this! "
"Mama! I pointed out defiantly. "Yes, he is not like my father, my grandfather is exactly right!" In the summer Grandfather Semyon Markovich fell to his knees beside the piano, which I had been suffering in his presence for more than a year, and confessed: "Katya! I'm just going crazy! You are so adorable! You are an angel! Let me show you the world! "" I'm not going to sleep with you! "- replied Semyon Markovich proudly, but she instantly agreed to a peace demonstration. Grandfather in love agreed on everything: both on the uncompromising platonic relations, and on the fact that it would be possible to rush abroad only when his angel passed the exams. And when they were finished, she stuck to my mother like a mite. I came up with a convincing reason why I could not stay home for more than a week, and now I was going to get a parental blessing for this very absence. "Mummy," I moaned. "All of us go on kayaks on mountain rivers to raft." Rafting is called. Will not you let me go? Yes, I'm going to die of anguish.
How I dreamed that after the exams I could jerk off with the guys on kayaks! Well, let me go! I promise not to jump into the river, row carefully and generally return unscathed! My friends and, really, were going to rafting to the Carpathians, but I - in the other direction. The main thing that my mother did not suspect anything. Iron excuse: you will not call the mountains, you will not shout, you will not write ... Two weeks in the embrace of wild nature, rafting along the mountain rivers, evening halts near the fire, trout fried on the grill, shish kebabs ... And the company! Honestly, when I just imagined how great my friends would be on rafting, even the saliva flowed. Oh, guys, I would like to wave with you! But, on the other hand, and the world did not want to postpone. When still invited! I finally chose the trip with Semyon Markovich.
Mom gave in just in time . Our guys only left the day for rafting, and Semyon Markovich already clutched at his heart, explaining that tickets had been bought for a long time, visas in passports were ... I collected a bag, and my mother stood next to her, suspiciously looking at her contents. "Katyusha, are not you exactly lying to me?" The mother's heart felt. Indeed, what kind of fool takes on an alloy of high heels, a mountain of cosmetics and lacy underwear? And why do not you pack your sneakers? And rubber boots? A remedy for mosquito bites? You forgot to put the buckwheat, condensed milk, matches, a flashlight ... You'll be lost without these things! I had to refer to my immaturity and inexperience, to unload good and pack in the old rucksack and buckwheat found by my mother on the mezzanine, and sneakers ... With this, I came to the music teacher.
"Semyon Markovich, I need to leave this rucksack," I said. - So it turns out: in order to see the world, I have to go on a trip almost naked ... And what do you tell me about this? I am practically undressed just to agree to your proposal.
Semyon Markovich already sweated, rubbed his bald head with a handkerchief and exclaimed:
- Well, Katya! You'll have to put everything on there in everything new. Just do not refuse me, my beloved angel!
In the cabin of the airliner, Semyon Markovich unexpectedly leaned toward me and whispered in his ear:
"Katya, you can call me Simon, or even better, Senya." And I will say that you are my wife.
"Semyon Markovich," I said indignantly, and repeated, like a spell: "I'm not going to sleep with you!" And do not invent!
- What are you, baby! - He waved his hands. - I do not even need it. I'm in love with you exalted and want to show you the beautiful life that you deserve. Only ... if you can ... Senya. So I will feel more relaxed and free. Okay?
"All right, Senya, we have a deal," I agreed. "And where do we go first when we arrive in Paris?"
"We'll dress you, baby," grandfather said playfully. The Paris hotel, in which we stopped, turned out to be an old gray house with a spit staircase. The center was far away as far as Moscow, but Semyon Markovich knew all the second-hand, where the remains of last year's collections of men's and women's clothes and shoes were brought. "Secons" were even farther from the center than our smelly hotel, and we stumbled there on foot, for, as my companion insisted, I should be dressed, but money must also be saved. I rummaged for a long time in a pile of rags, then sat straight on top of him and burst into tears with bitterness.
"What's wrong, Katyusha?" - shouted Semyon Markovich, continuing to rummage in men's shabby shirts.
"I want real clothes, Senya, and not this junk!" - I desperately squeaked, and he, ashamed and terrified, with a bag of shirts under his arm, led me away from the second.
After a long debate, Semyon Markovich agreed to go wherever I wanted, and I led him to the lights that sparkled in the center of Paris. Finally, she stopped at one boutique, pointed her finger and said: "Here!" Teacher obediently trotted side by side when I examined skirts, blouses, sweaters, trousers.
- Katya! He said over my ear. "It's very expensive, babe!" Maybe we'll still look for another store?
"I hate you, Senya!" - I said distinctly, and he silently opened the purse. We wandered through the charming streets of Paris, and I dreamed of one thing: to get to the hotel as soon as possible and change. And then back to the city, but already with a different mood. In the room, I began to change clothes, not embarrassed by Seeds, and he clutched at his heart.
"What are you doing with me, babe!" I'm not iron! Maybe you will soon get used to me ...
- I do not like greedy! - I cut off.
"I'm not greedy," the teacher excused himself. - I'm just very frugal.
- Yes, you have the same money - chicken does not peck! One of your cars costs thousands of thirty! And what a luxurious apartment you have! All these vases, candlesticks! And I was taken to "second" - I was offended.
- Baby! This will not happen again! - swore Semyon Markovich and strove to kiss my naked shoulder.
- All! I'm ready! Solemnly announced to him. - We go to the city to have fun! I want to the Eiffel Tower! I want coffee in Parisian coffee shops! I want in the casino!
I want ... I want everything! I want to go everywhere! From his height he felt sick, and on the famous tower I stood alone. From the coffee he had a pancreas, and he drank drooling while I swallowed coffee, but when we came to the entrance to the casino, there was nothing to cover. Of course, the game can be dizzy and stabbing in the side, but for entirely different reasons.
"Will I play, Senya?" - asked to. "Well, you must agree, I beg of you!"
"Of course, baby," he realized, that he would have to part with the money, and resigned himself. But I did not bury myself. When the chips bought for Senya's money were safely lost, did not ask for new ones, but turned around and announced to Semyon Markovich: "And now - to a cool disco!" The teacher vzbryknul and protested, but I purposely spun on the dance floor longer than I wanted, and he huddled behind a table in the corner, shying away from the yelps of half-naked girls on the stage.
At night I woke up from a silent, bitter cry. Semyon Markovich was sitting bent over the table lamp and counting the remaining money. Nearby lay a calculator and some records.
"Semyon Markovich," I sat down beside him and stroked Grandpa's bald head. - Well, do not worry! Again my heart will hurt! And this is because of some money!
"You know, Katyusha, I guess I'm already old," he said, so sadly that she almost burst into tears. "When in 1956 my wife and I came" to Paris on tour with our symphony orchestra, we had twenty francs to feel like people. Everything has changed ... You know, take this money and buy yourself something to remember. yet it's Paris! When else will you come here ...
"All right, I'll buy it," he reassured him. - You better tell me, will we be able to fly home tomorrow? Something wanted.
"We can, I have a ticket without a date," the prudent teacher replied, and then looked at me and asked:
"Tell me, Katyusha, did you have any fun at all?"
"No words!" I cheeked cheekily. A little more we talked about everything and about nothing, drank tea, and Semyon Markovich got sick of sleeping. I laid my old friend in bed and carefully covered him with a blanket. And she sat down in an armchair and nervously began to think whether I could catch up with her on a rafting route.
"Well, you silly fool!" Beautiful life on the ball wanted? Here you go. Truth Mom says: on the ball - just a ball lightning, - scolded myself.