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On the other side of the street was Katya – my classmate.
Smiling from afar, she quickly ran across the road, dodged the stream of spray ejected by a careless passenger car.
At the last step, the wet leaves let the girl down; the heel slid to the side.

I jumped forward and held out my arms.
Katya, so as not to fall, clasped my neck, so I caught her in the air.
– Slavka, hello! – Hello.
“You’re still as strong and reliable.”
I go, look and think you or not you? I decided to call.
Yes, put me on the ground! Just now I noticed that I continue to hold Katya in my arms.
Thin, weightless as a little sparrow, and it smelled like something completely special.
– Why are you so gloomy? – Yes, so, the mood is bad: it was.
You are not in a hurry? The setting sun tore a rain cloud.
It lit the street and played in every drop.
Trees, yellow grass were covered with a scattering of diamonds.
I just want to tell my case.
My name is Zlata and I am 24 years old.
I live in a small town on the Volga.
I work as a nurse in a local clinic.
A couple of years ago our head physician had an anniversary, 50 years old.
He celebrated his jubilee at home, and we, the girls, laid the table at the end of the working day.
Brought wine, cake and candy.

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After sitting for an hour and finally drinking tea, it was decided to go home.

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I live twenty minutes from work.
Most likely this is why I decided to be patient and go down in a more familiar, homely toilet.
I do not know, maybe this is how wine works, but halfway to the house I already wanted to cast so much that I started to hurt the lower abdomen.
I almost ran to the house.
At the same time she managed not to keep the jet once.
As I was not strained, the trickle flowed out of my will.
From horror, I was covered with cold sweat, but I still found the strength to stop and peek at my feet.
Thank God that I was not in pants.
The tights seem to be dry, and passers-by will not see under the skirt.
Running up to the house, I almost cried from annoyance.
I still somehow managed to endure.
However, where would I go.
Near the entrance they used to sit as neighbors.
I can imagine how surprised they would be when they saw the described Zlata.
Standing by the elevator, I already thought – to wait for it or to run to the twelfth floor itself.
There was no one at the entrance, and this gave me the opportunity to press the crotch with my hand and shift from one foot to the other.
– Hello, Aunt Zlata.
A floor mate came up to me, a 9-year-old girl.
The elevator opened and we went upstairs.
The twelfth floor for me was now as far as any Australia.
– Aunt Zlat, and mom sent me tea.
A trickle ran down my leg.
I was again covered with cold sweat and something muttered in response.
I tightly squeezed my legs together and tried not to look down.
Unwittingly, I clearly imagined – how embarrassing I would be later if I piss on the elevator right now.
Well, there would be one.
Twelfth.
The elevator opened and I just ran to my door.
Looking for keys in the bag was beyond my strength.
I began to ring the doorbell, knowing that my sister should be at home.
I heard footsteps outside the door and then I gave up.
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