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An old man reminisces about the good times he had when he was young, he remembers his first love and her first true kiss, he really wishes he could go back there again.

Mister Azamat lived in a very respectable and dignified way, everything was as proper as can be! The rest of his life was foreseen in every tiniest detail, and that’s why he wanted to pass it suitably and in an appropriate manner, without any gentle hint on hard drinking, smoking, and other hysterical kinds of fear evading and thought of inferiority complex! 2 years left for the pension period, then, may be 2 or 3 years of fishing and no other bright prospective at all. And Mister Azamat kept living this straight way of his finish line, stepping proudly every day of his simple life. Frankly, people liked his life style, no drugs, and no drinks, silent and neat. Light face, calm look, open eyes, he looked like he saw something hidden so that it made other turn around. He was as calm as a man who was not in for something new from this routine.

He really was not waiting for anything! That’s that way he lived!

The only thing that could excite him a lot was the news of forthcoming vacation! The smell of the train, preparing for a journey, packing things – that was amazing! On arrival Mister Azamat always tried to put off his getting of the train trying to stay on the platform as long as possible inhaling the fresh air of new changes. First breathtaking pants of Southern air made his mind reel, recalling his reminiscence of old blessed times when he was yet a Boyscout. The result was of his yearly life was summed up to this short period when he was able to plunge into the past of his days. From this moment the reality faded away and the tale began.

But this time the vacation was arranged with some hassles, the think tank where he had been working for the recent years had no investment for ages, and that’s why he had to try hard to earn enough money not only to pay food but also to cover accommodation expenses. The time of trouble seemed to be on the way! Mister Azamat always knew that the man should live the present day and as he got on the train he laid down the berth and tried to forget all the gloomy past days, anticipating future with pleasure.

The train sleep was the best time of dream ever. He managed not to just sleep deeply, but he was enjoying every jiff of the sleep. Only here, in train, during its way he could dream the blessed past of his, when his mom used to wake him up in mornings, breakfasts in the fresh air in the garden and cal signs of the radio “Boyscout dawn”! Just that very case was on his dream, after that everything messed and at the very end of his dream he saw himself, but not that old solid man I am talking about but that 18 year old guy, Azamat, as he used to be, who was nestling up with his first girl. Her name was Eva.

Eva and Azamat were sitting once late night, on the fifth floor kissing. To tell the truth Eva let him kiss her up there. Being a shy girl she would never allow herself do some naughty things, but this one was so insistent. As for Azamat he went on kissing her neck, lips and cheeks, thinking of what would happen if he lost his mind. But still he was sound in body and mind he didn’t want to miss any piece of this slightest chance. He didn’t even see that he was sitting on some stone and that stone came to move in a circle when he was leaning closer to her, and when it slipped out of him his face fell onto her blouse, and his nose hit the button and…oh my God, it flew open and he saw her nipples, nice rosy nipple, he touched it with his tongue. “You brazen!” she whispered and fell back.

Azamat’s hand passed under her skirt and groped her pubis. There suddenly she raised her left hand and slapped him on the face: “You brazen! Brazen!” Mister Azamat opened his eyes and looked at his wife confused: she was slapping his face saying: “Come on, wake up! It’s time…” Mister Azamat, athletically built man, who used to jump over the fence now climbed down the berth.

It was very early, however we found a place to stay very fast. It was not too far from the beach, very convenient and comfortable. Mister Azamat was walking down the street flabby, his eyes were half closed, the sight he saw in his dream won’t fade away pretending the contemplation of reality. After they arrived, his wife Eva said: “Let’s go to the beach, you will have enough time to sleep!” “Go alone, I will be soon” he said and settled on the sofa. She looked at him surprisingly, but didn’t say a word; she got downstairs to the yard and went outdoors heading for the sea. The weather was fine!

There was only slight hope to get that dream back, lying on the sofa and trying to sleep again Mister Azamat closed his eyes, but nothing succeeded. The sleep had gone away! “Fuck you!” he scalded. He took the paper and began reading. The voice that came next was like a thunder from out of the blue: “May I come in?” he tore himself from reading, raised his head and saw 20 year old nymph: “We are neighbors. My girlfriend has gone away and took the key, I have to change cloth somewhere, don’t you mind if I do it right here, couldn’t you go out and wait a bit to let me change?” Mister Azamat’s head was pounding like storming water: “Sure, you can, but I won’t go out” “Why?” “Because I will help you do it pat!” he took this girl by hand and put her on his left knee. “Great” she grinned: “Are you crazy?” “May be…” was reply and he slowly unbuttoned her blouse like he did the same some 40 years ago: “What’s your name?” “Eva!” he started: “what? What did you say? Eva?” “Yeahh, that’s my name! what’s up with you? You brazen!” Mister Azamat looked at her tits; they looked so perky and nice! Like those ones, ages ago. He caught her looking at the door: it was open. “Shall I close?” “No need, come on!” all of sudden she undid her panties and shorts, approached the door, put her elbows on the chair and protruded out through the curtains. “Hi!” she greeted someone. There was their house lady passing by, she looked at them and stopped walking. Mister Azamat thought she figured out what was happening there, they both were gazing on each other.

“I was mistaken…. That is not a big deal!” Mister Azamat thought while going to the beach. Before go away, Eva gave him a very sensitive kiss. Mister Azamat called it: “One of the best kisses ever!” he looked around, from that side of the railroad he had the sea, his wife, and that finish line. Mister Azamat stopped walking: “what the hell!” he mumbled. There was a train Adler – Sverdlovsk was leaving the terminal and the train Kiev – Adler was approaching in the opposite direction. Mister Azamat gave a deep breath. The second train stopped and here appeared the crowd of passengers getting off. Mister Azamat came up to one group of young men with big bags and a guitar. He said: “Son, let me play it!”…….

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2 Responses to “Boyscout dawn!”

1. VALERius Says:
   September 15th, 2007 at 8:33 am

   I still remember my first school love, I wish I could go back to those times when I was a student and get her into bed!

2. .ally Says:
   April 11th, 2009 at 12:59 am

   This is confusing

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