“Good morning,” I greet my neighbor.

“Good, Yulechka, you can’t be recognized directly, so blooming,” she replies.

- You too. You are so younger, - I smile at her, the whole world is smiling at me now. How good I am, how happy I am.

I go into the usual minibus and sit next to the driver. There is always a free space next to it (for me, I guess). I sit next to him and do not pull my skirt down, let him admire. I can see him staring at my knees. It's nice to please someone, especially on a day like this.

He smiles at me and I...