A very long time I was a student full-time. Heprilichno long. I was a student full-time five years and graduated while only three and a half of the course. Then I became a student of the correspondence department. It's not in these numbers are trivial and vulgar calculations match completed courses years spent in university. Unfortunately, I do not remember how to determine the validity of (a term from the textbook E. Prokhorov, "Introduction to Journalism", not to be confused with virginity) of journalism, but I'll remember for a lifetime of the fact that while I was studying full-time university I have always had only one shoe in a season.
In such seasonal shoes in black, as far as I can remember, I rushed from the subway station Borovitskaya to native faculty with full confidence that late. It was already two o'clock, and set-off began, as they
like, ten. Of course, I overslept. Given the fact that he accepts Shohov, test is over for sure. Shohov - an excellent teacher, the dream of every student. Intelligent, energetic, a
man who drinks about forty years. Do not pass a Shohova meant to be a complete moron or a complete loser. The only trouble is that exams Shohov rarely, only if other teachers were sick. Object, which he led, called the history of Russian literature. Today, due to unknown problems in the department, Shokhin took a
group of 208 offset instead of Professor Krasovskii. Miss this chance in any
case impossible.
Hesus. My cheap colorful dress with a fluffy skirt once again brings me. At that moment, when I try to open the heavy door of the faculty, the skirt flew smoothly and hold a perfect circle at my waist, reluctantly dropped. What the hell! The same thing she has done a few minutes ago when you exit the subway. Would have been nice pants -
damn you, get up. Ho for student scholarships and launched perestroika, shorts were only fair, unpretentious and modestly, in Moscow shameless wind is not calculated.
Ha department full of people. Hesus on the third floor. By way of incident to Sasha, all the while forgetting his name, funny how something that is holding a textbook on Russian literature. Item must say, and I scarce now necessary as air. I'm stopping on the fly and tightly cling to old tattered cover.
- Hi Sanya!
- Hi, I'm Sergei.
- It's even nicer. Listen, be a
man, give me a textbook.
Sergei's face slightly drawn out,
like I said something very strange.
- Lena, these textbooks for 250 days and hundreds of evening, not counting the absentee is not more than two dozen. And I have tomorrow off.
- I - today! Het, I have - now! Yes I have all too late!
- In this
case, the textbook you have absolutely nowhere.
He laughed his way he probably decided that a successful joke, and not paying attention to my angry facial expressions, which, in conception, was to plunge him in awe and paralyze the will, literally snatched from my hand book and went out. Just picked up and gone!
Bastard,
bastard, well, you ask me in the winter snowball into debt!
***
Igor Petrovich was about to leave when I flew into the audience. He has already collected all the papers, signed statement, and in front of my family wrote, "did not come." Still, I managed, had to take the exam.
- Ta-a-ak ... HEY, what would you ask such a ... Have you read the story of Pavlov?
- Yes, of course.
- We find out. Why is the story of Pavlov "MBT" so called? What is a scimitar?
"MBT. MBT. Something I retold in a coffee shop. There's tearful, snotty
love with a fatal outcome. Above all, confidence to behave."
- MBT, it is a weapon. Firearms. It is this type of pistol or revolver.
Igor Petrovich frowning.
- Let me put you immediately will correct, and then you finally zavretes. Scimitar - a cold weapon, rather than firearms. This type of blade. Okay, and what's going on?
- This is the story of a great and pure
love. The main characters of young men and women combined genuine romantic feeling. Tale of MBT - one of the best works of Pavlov. Hado noted that the author himself today undeservedly forgotten. But in his time, he was known ...
- Enough. Hu and what it was over? - Igor Petrovich was obviously not interested in me.
- He shot himself.
- Who? - The teacher looks at me in amazement.
Hell, I do not remember the name of the deceased!
- The main character ...
- What? - All the more astounding.
- Scimitar.
- Oh, - Igor Petrovich wearily rolls his eyes - we are just a few minutes ago agreed that he does not shoot.
How could I forget! Shokhin the apparent indifference to close my student's record-book and handed it to me.
- I will be glad to know that you have taken the test, Professor Krasovskii.
But it has been an unmitigated disaster. Heskolko seconds, I sat without moving with the student's record-book in hand and a look of horror on her face. During this time, Igor Petrovich had time to pack up and, taking his daddy and leaving without looking dry, "Goodbye," gone. For some time I sat at the table, then jumped up and ran out of the audience. Thank God Igor Petrovich had not had time to leave. He tried to make their Zhiguli, who wind up just not really wanted. I rushed to the car, wondering how to best secure the health block her path with his body. And in that moment a gust of wind swooped down, grabbed the hem of my sparafan-robe, looked up at my waist level, and thus revealed all gathered at this point in the courtyard of the Faculty of Journalism in color and texture of my panties. I met eyes with the interested gaze of their teacher and realized that I had a chance yet to hand over the remains of the session. Trying to drop a dress fitting at a modest level of
girl, I ran to the car Igor Petrovich and stopped in front of him.
- I hear you - he stopped vvertet ignition key, although only that he was very interested in this process.
- You see, the thing is that I have an urgent need that it would be today ...
- All clear - he interrupted me, opening the passenger door. -Come in, sit down, now tell me everything.
I jumped in the car, hoping now for something a little flirt, I'll be able to speak his teeth, and he does not notice how to put me through suffering, we can say off. Ho events unfolded not quite as I expected. As soon as we left the university courtyard, Igor Petrovich Shohov, a
married doctor, lecturer in a leading university in our country and the father of two children (
girls, among other things) silently put his hand under my skirt, right on the shin. I nearly jumped from such a rapid and unambiguous turn of events. Igor Petrovich took his hand away and laughed
- Well, fear not. Would you
like to come tomorrow, Professor Krasovskii, read all the same Pavlova, and you can now drop in to visit my friends there to solve your problems for five balls. I'm sorry that everything on the fly. I was just late. He promised his friend to be 12. If you have other plans - with no problems.
Thought I had absolutely confused, I even shook his head, suddenly it's all true. Igor Petrovich laughed again, all his life was incredibly amused. My modest person, too, certainly, seemed ridiculous.
***
Despite the fact that Igor Petrovich constantly repeating that he was late and he was very uncomfortable in front of another Seva, which is being a big supporter of punctuality as a way of life, is now waiting for us at the cottage, we had three hours scoured the city. We did some shopping, for some reason, stopped by a publishing house, sat in the international negotiation on Gorky, and finally, if I understood correctly, Igor Petrovich had introduced family of products and otbrehalsya wife. It was only seven o'clock in the evening we reached punctual friend. Cottage Seva has made great impression on me. The house stood at the bottom of a fairly large area, it led to a narrow paved stone path through a large orchard. The land between the trees was planted with smooth grass. It is unlikely that the grass has grown herself, she too was rovnenkaya, blade to blade of grass. Ha spacious veranda in wicker table sat the master himself and his girlfriend. The owner was a tall, bearded and looked more
like a geologist from the art films of the Soviet period than at the dentist, who actually is. His girlfriend called Hatasha. Then it was about the same age as me now. That is about 27-28. True, it was unlike me bosomed lady of such talk: "statuesque." All this - the very cottage garden, a veranda with seating and a host with his girlfriend, I had time to consider, as we travel long distances along the stone path between the trees.
- Well finally! - Seva rushed toward us - Shrimp is already tired of waiting. Beer is just warmed.
Showa gently undressed me eyes, then dressed and turned to a friend:
- Introduced me to his student.
So, of course. The bulk of credit and examination sessions held here. Igor Petrovich frowned. Probably the immediacy of Seva is not very pleased him.
- Her name is Lena and she no longer a student..
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