Mirror

Yesterday he met a girl named Tamara on the shore of the lake. At first he didn’t notice – they were lying side by side, on the shore. A group of children ran past them and someone shouted “Wow!” The voice came from behind him so suddenly that he jumped. Lying on his back, he turned his head in the direction of the voice: that’s when he saw the girl next to him. The girl was sitting with her legs reddened in the sun, rubbing her right eye with her delicate fingers. “The sand is splashing,” he thought, and before the children had even gotten far, he shouted after them: “Oh, you fools! Has the place they were chasing dried up somewhere else?!” He turned back to the girl, but immediately looked away: “Don’t think that they are expecting a compliment for their kindness!” The girl kept rubbing her eyes, now in a lower, but more attractive tone than before, she was saying “woah-woah.” The young man calmly looked at the sky, at the clouds floating in patches. “Why don’t you just look at them!” the girl said in awe. “My eyes are watering…” The young man felt a pang of relief and blushed. Despite her emotionality, the girl’s words went straight to the heart: why didn’t it occur to me to help? He was embarrassed. Then, hesitating, he sat down opposite the girl. In excitement, he touched her forehead with his trembling hands. (Oh!.. Her blood was gushing, and she smelled something pleasant in her nose!) The girl threw her body back and raised her chin, as if for a moment she had given her entire being to the young man’s disposal. Her protruding breasts touched the young man's sensitive body and made him feel so hot that he could hardly believe his own mind, later recalling his condition at that moment: how could he have endured it? Yes, he had endured it, and on top of that, he stroked her beautiful, pale purple eyelids with his fingers and made three "puffs, puffs" of her. Whether it was a grain of sand that had come out or his breath tickling her cheeks, the girl laughed. This laugh was so natural and sincere that the awkwardness that had been there had dissipated in an instant. Apart from her being a little plump, there was no more beautiful girl in the world! Her swimsuit, with the image of the blue sea and the waves, suited her figure and breasts, and the more he looked at her, the more he felt like he was choking on her breath. Then... they met. Hearing that Sabir was a student, Tamara for some reason began to talk more openly. - I like students, they are wonderful people! – he exclaimed. – My favorite is Raskolnikov, he was also a student! “It’s true, Raskolnikov was a student, and I’m a student too, but he doesn’t like him!” Sabir thought to himself, but he joined the girl and smiled. Then they bathed together, lay on the sand together, their bodies exposed to the sharp rays of the sun, promised to meet again tomorrow in the cool of the evening, and said goodbye… Sabir was now standing in front of the full-length mirror of the wardrobe, preparing for this meeting. He didn’t go to the village during the summer vacation. If he did, he would spend two months in vain, like a guard dog of the Sultan Suleiman. It would be better if he stayed in the city, worked somewhere and saved up money. Now he has been alone in his room for a month. In the evenings, when he regains consciousness, he goes out into the street, turns around, and most of the time he lies in his room, covered with a blanket. He had gone swimming for the first time this summer, and the chance meeting with a girl had completely taken him by surprise. When an unlucky person unexpectedly finds good luck, he looks for someone to brag about. If you can't find someone to listen to your desires at such a time, it's like a boat capsizing when a golden fish is hooked on a fishing rod. Although one side of his heart was temporarily saddened by this, as the meeting approached, Sabir was panting with joy. Now, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he was thinking to himself: "Well, what is it about me that has charmed such a beautiful girl? They say that girls don't pay attention to the beauty of guys. It's not true! Anyway, who likes crooked chins, snub noses, and snotty snottys, oh yes, snotty snottys! It's just a lame excuse, the whole point is that I didn't want him, he wanted me! Of course, I'm different from those snottys, after all!" Sabir put his shoulders to the mirror, stared for a long time, stared and couldn't believe his eyes: his body wasn't so bad! His arms, which had seemed thin before, now looked strong. He spread his arms out to his sides, took a deep breath, and his chest expanded - no less than a wrestler's! He bent his elbows and clenched his fists with force, his muscles bulged. Good! Then he turned his back to the mirror, his shoulders arched: everything was fine. "No, girls are not always wrong when choosing a boyfriend," he concluded. "He invited me to the meeting, so there's something to say!" Sabir began to get dressed, humming and humming some tune. He went out into the street in the same mood. The sidewalk was crowded with people - beautiful girls and "pachok" boys dressed in various clothes... Sabir, his heart filled like a mountain, walked along the street