It was in school years. I, as a responsible person, from first to third grade inclusive, was all irresponsibly in love with only one classmate Anya. We had no friendship with her, because tender feelings, I repeat, were only on my part. But all my relatives, including my grandmothers, grandparents, uncles and uncles, were aware of this dependence for some reason.



But the time goes by, the years go by, and somewhere in the area of the end of the fourth - the beginning of the fifth grade my interests shifted to another girl. And here it was all a bit more successful, there were joint walks, movies, ice cream. Then after a year or two kissed, I remember :)

And here we go somehow with her to the movie, and suddenly the grandmother's sister hits me (I am her granddaughter's nephew).

Well, aunt so nice and sociable was always, hello grandchildren, says, how do you work, where are you going? And I have a straight heart in my heels, because I already knew what she would ask now, and how to prevent this question quickly to come up with did not have time. She turns to my Natasha and asks me, “Is this Anja? “...



Aaaah! ...