I was 15, rested in the village with my grandmother, and the year was a mushroom, I love this matter, not that behind the berries, I can not tolerate sitting in one place in a bunch of mosquitoes. And here you walk, you walk, you puddle. Well, I went to the forest, the usual thing for me, without friends, who is on the seafood, who is in the garden, the rural life, it is, in general, all busy. And when the whole basket began to move in the direction of the road, a man came out to meet me, I was still surprised, no baskets, no wickets, no distinctive attributes, in that summer geologists came to us, well, and they went with whole backpacks of all kinds, and this was neither two nor a half. Well, somehow we with him say hello, a lot of mushrooms, I showed him the catch, he asked whom I came to, to talk to my grandmother *** on the street ***, and he himself was a kind of friend at a visit. And he looks unhealthy somehow, I look at him as a fool, about foxes and white, and he does not look at mushrooms. And let's go, he says, I'll show you where the podosinovici grow, I've seen their whole lawn here, and his own hands in his pockets are actively looking for something, well, I guessed at once what kind of podosinovici he will show me, but I am pretending, because there was a feeling that if he understood that his plan was understood to me, he would not be celebrated. I still chested him about what our berries are growing, and about the fact that I have no place to lay mushrooms, and fishing is noble, and last year the men of such a bear fell, because he was close to the village, and to the road closer. This one stood up in front of me, barring from the path to the road, no longer hesitating to stretch the belt, lightning on the pants, asking if you will show me what you have under the shirt, well, all kinds of assumptions there, how beautiful I am probably, and that I will like everything... and so on... and I side-sightedly see the company of hooligans along the road with the hoodies, but they are not close, and they do not see us. On an ordinary day I would not want to meet with them, those other frames, then the snake for us and our girlfriends in the palisadnik thrown, then the splashes will be swallowed, then on the river the pieces of our cross, and here directly mentally called at least one to our side to look. And luckily) They saw me, approached, the man looks at them, he thinks they walk past, and the guys, apparently understanding something wrong, too much I smile to them, and this man began to confuse, they say, "and go fishing with us," in general, they took me from there, one still pretended that my older brother is looking for me, whom I did not have when I was born, but I have a sister a year younger. On the road they told that the escaped ZK is being sought, and even the day later the rumors went that in the neighboring village the girl was attempted to rape or raped, the rumors are such... I because of the age and indiscriminacy of the adults I did not tell anything, and it was a shame to confess this... maybe they would have caught him earlier, so far the sense of guilt does not let go... And with one of the hooligans next summer we began to meet, after 5 years married, and lived not long and happily in places, but this is another story...