“You would give yourself to him in gratitude, or something,” Linka rolls her eyes dreamily, “here she would jump into bed with him without fail. Tit without complexes. And she has nothing to lose. “But he didn’t bother – that’s already good.” And then you came up with everything there.

I do not answer her - a couple begins. And later I stop all talk on this topic, even though the bird Tit rushes from all the cracks. It still seems to her that I am a hook-bubuka and hide a terrible secret.

And at the end of classes, I understand that conversations and gossip cannot be avoided: Edgar was...