On this summer evening, Kostya returned from work earlier . He left the car at the gate and entered the courtyard. His attention was immediately attracted by the old swings .. Lisa held an album in one hand, and swayed lazyly, the other threw a drawing. Kostya came . She smiled at me.. He wanted to stroke her hair, but he restrained himself and only deliberately carelessly touched her cheeks with his lips. - To ride you? - suggested jokingly . Lisa nodded and slowly closed her eyes. Kostya began to gently rock the swing, admiring the young charming girl . (c) Nina Yudicheva All rights, including reprints 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.