Pushkin

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- Vanya?.. - a voice was heard in complete silence. Two lyceum students were lying on slightly wet grass, after the afternoon rain, it smelled fresh. Above them stretched the endless night sky, the number of stars was clearly innumerable, and no one thought about it, just enjoying their beauty. They were certainly lucky that the clouds went away before nighttime, otherwise the moon would not be visible, which means that what happens every month would not have happened. No, of course, they would have just gone outside, at night, simply because it was already a tradition and had taken root somewhere in the chest area, but it would not have been like always. -Yes? - Brown eyes quickly met gray-blue ones, as soon as Pushchin turned his head. Several strands of red hair fell on his face because of this, but before he himself the guy managed to move his finger in the right direction, but someone else's hand had already removed them, moving them behind his ear. His eyelids slightly closed from this, protecting his eye sockets on one side, and on the other succumbing to the pleasure of such touches. -You know... I was thinking about the future quietly. - the curly-haired man continued, carefully taking his hand back - I thought about what would happen after the lyceum - he shared his experiences, which is usually not quite typical for him, to start this himself, usually it was Ivan who, based on the poem written by the poet, drew conclusions and started the topic of conversation, but this time, apparently, everything was different. - And what have you decided? - the gaze ran across the face opposite, and then dropped lower, grabbing the hand lying between them. The fingers gently touched the skin, tremblingly, as if it was not skin at all, but marble, the purest, the most fragile. - Will we also stand up for each other? - the question sounded quickly, reminding of everyday events, in which they again made a mess in the lyceum for one lesson for sure, and then covered for each other, even when they were in different classes. On a walk, laughing, they told all this to Danzas, who, however, did not really ask for it, although he was offended that he was not drawn into it.

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