 Nov. 07
Winter is coming to its rights.
- Wear warm, - mother pissed me big time with her warm drawers.
If only she knew what us girls did with that ugly garment. We put that scary shit at home, but before we enter school we dart into the toilet that is outside the building nearby, take that crap off and put into the bag. For the whole day in school we go around like decent people. So if a skirt flings up, all is cool, legs are in nice stockings.
And those drawers we put back on in the same stinky shithouse. Guys call it shithouse, which is correct. After classes it must be hard to understand for everybody why we crowd by that toilet. There is a more civilized place with the similar destination inside the school. Important is not to forget to put them on going home.
New Year is coming soon. Time to hand in the diary! Let’s read it over. Holly shit! Quite a wild life I had. Let those who lived differently envy. But how would I be able to read it to everybody? This is unthinkable.
This is what I am going to say to Natashka.
And something else.
A great joy I have. Nearly forgot. I made a speech about it.
Ladies, gentlemen and comrades! Private boarding school girls and whorehouse tenants! Young pioneers and scouts! Christians and Catholics! Buddists and Jews! Princesses and beggars! Spacewomen! Russian and others!
I am addressing you!
What is the best, most longed for holiday?
New Year? No!
Birthday? No!
March the eighth? Close, but no cigar.
First of May? No!
Easter? No!
Christmas? No!
Independence day? No!
What is it then?
A woman’s day.
A real woman’s day is when you think you are screwed up pregnant, and then it turns out you are not. Men cannot understand this. They do not have such a wonderful holiday. Up yours, assholes! Never ever again without a condom! Go fuck yourselves! Fuck you, fuck you. You will wear two at a time from now on, motherfuckers!
I have a holiday today. I feel just great as never before. The sun appears to be still shining. Strange, there was no sun yesterday, the sky was black.
The other day the physics guy was bullshitting us about absolutely dark heavenly body, I hardly understood anything, and when it was time to ask some stupid questions, I raised my claw and asked something that made the poor guy sigh and ask me and Semina to stay after the class. She had a poor mark and I failed to master the class.
He was done with Semina soon. She somehow coped with a couple of sums and got her satisfactory mark. He gave he a dozen more sums for homework just to make sure she is ‘not bored at home’.
- Shall I wait for you? – she asked on her way out.
- No need to, I am going to my grandmother’s tonight, - I said, and she was gone.
I lied to her obviously.
- So Minkina, why do you always try to hamper my lessons?
I was ready for any question, but not for this one. Generally speaking teachers are known to be capable of idiotic questions. The best one being ‘why do you misbehave?’ What can you say to that? Physicists question was of the kind. Nor did he expect an answer.
- I do not, - I began.
- You derange work.
- I do not, – I shut up.
- You giggle all the time, ask silly questions.
- I just do not understand, that is the reason.
- No you do. Instead of helping me, being a teacher’s friend…
Wow! Teacher’s friend – that is something different. Something new.
- Instead you make venomous remarks, embarrass me.
Embarrass? Cool! Let’s dwell on that!
- How do you mean embarrass? – I ask in a voice of a newly born lamb.
- You do not need me to tell you how! Why do you misbehave?
Ok, here we go! Just thought of that one.
- I do not. Do not be mad at me.
- I want it stopped once and for all.
He is strict. We sit at his desk. It is getting dark outside. We study at the evening session, finish at about five or six in the evening, and I had to stay after classes.
- Ok, here is some home task for you, - he softens suddenly.
He turns, takes a few sheets and hand them to me. His knee presses against my thigh lightly. I take my notebook and book, put them in my bag, return to my original position, we remained the way we were before, only his knee stays pressed against my leg.
I do not pull it back.
- So, ok, time to go, is not it? – he asks.
I do not know, we have just started. I think to myself.
- Yes, it is already dark outside, - this is what I say aloud.
- Where do you live?
- By the polyclinics.
- It is on my way, I will see you home, ok?
You cannot fool me, I know you live in the opposite direction, I think to myself. That is cool that he will see me home. Interesting and exciting. We leave the empty school. The night watch babushka locks the door behind us, mutters something about us being late. We walk along winter streets. Something falls of the sky, neither rain, nor snow. Precipitation is the word. Physicist is telling me something about the college he studies by correspondence at, about his brother who works at Baykonur, and I think I have known him for long time. I feel like taking him by the hand, but I understand that I should not.
Not yet.
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