On this summer evening, Kostya returned from work early. He left the car at the gate and entered the yard. His attention was immediately drawn to the old swing. Lisa held an album in one hand and, swaying lazily, sketched a drawing with the other. Kostya came up. She smiled welcomingly. He desperately wanted to stroke her hair, but he restrained himself and only deliberately carelessly touched her cheek with his lips. “Should I take you for a ride?” — he suggested jokingly. Lisa nodded and slowly closed her eyes. Kostya began to carefully swing the swing, admiring the lovely young girl. (c) Nina Yudicheva All rights, including reprinting and copying, belong to the author. Any editing and commercial use of this text, in whole or in part, without the knowledge and permission of the author is prohibited.