During the break between classes, Yulia turned to me and asked me:
- Did you like that guy?
- What kind of guy? - I didn't understand a little bit. Now I've been trying to dig up my brain to find the information I needed.
- Who was coming up to us on the street,- my friend explained to me.
- Yes, it wasn't a fountain,- I honestly admitted. - I've seen better. Why?
- This is our local handsome guy,- the girl whispered, probably so no one would hear.
- Yeah? - I held out doubtfully. Of course, he's cute, but not so cute as to be followed by a joint of girls.
- Yes!-Hertzman nodded seriously.
- So, what? I don't care. Our beauty standards are different.
The girl is a little silent, probably thinking for herself what she really found in this guy. And why should I like him? Because everyone likes him? No, I was never satisfied with the herd principle.
- Each time I like you more and more, the girl made me a strange addition.
For lunch, Yulia invited me to sit at a table with her friends. I agreed. Well, let's see what's going on here.
- This is Vasilisa Tsareva, she moved to us from the capital. She is studying with me in the same group, - my classmate introduced me.
People were throwing up and also began to introduce themselves. I never complained, but I didn't remember a single name. At first, they asked me how it was in Moscow. (It seems we are not far away, but nobody has ever been there). They asked where they studied. When I said the name of the university, most people's jaws fell on the table. And I think that I will not accept any more normal position, the jaw, I mean.
When the students coped with the first shock, they started asking what was there and how. And here's how to explain to them that there's nothing special about it. Everywhere they learn the same thing. Or not everywhere? Some even tried to hint how I was taken there - my appearance is not quite presentable. If you knew..., I wasn't going to show the true face. I hope no one will guess anything.
- Tsareva Vasilisa - sounds good, - said the red girl, whose face was completely covered with hemp. - Like Vasilisa Tsarevna.
After such a statement, someone choked on lunch, and someone just choked on air. Ah, you are all the same.
- Oh, darling, are you sitting here? And I thought you'd sit down with battalions like you,- Alina laughed disgustingly. Then she circled our table with her eyes and said. - And though, here too, some crazy people gathered together.
Our table, for some reason, is silent. Okay, we'll have to put it in its place.
- What are you doing here? Places for the mentally ill are, in general, outside the walls of the Institute. And, as far as I know, crazy people like you should have a relapse at this time.
There was a laugh in the dining room. The girl was covered with red spots of anger. Did she ever get a decent answer? The girl dissolved completely.
- You'll regret it, you bastard,- Lapina said.
- I can't regret it as much as your parents did after you were born.
And do you know what this chicken has done? No? You don't know? Lapina accidentally threw her tea on my sweater. And, proud of herself, she turned around and left. If she thinks she can get away with it so easily, she is mistaken. Yes, this sweater is worth... well, let's not talk about money, it doesn't matter.
- The bitch is stupid,- I whispered.
- Are you okay? - Yulia asked, giving me a napkin.
- Yes, I'm fine. I won't leave it that easily! - I promised.
- She's been asking for a long time. But nobody can give her a decent fight back. - The same girl said. No one can? What is this stupidity? So, I have to give.
After lunch, Julia took me to the toilet and pulled a gray jacket with a zipper, which she pulled out of her bag. In my frowning glance, the girl only shrugged her shoulders and said:
- You wouldn't be wearing a wet sweater.
Oh, Alina is a bastard! I'm going to pull out all your hair. I had to take the proposed thing and change my clothes. But the sweater is a pity, dear contagion.
- You have a good figure. Why are you hiding it? - Hertzman asked me, but I glanced at my third size breast.
- I'm not hiding it, I'm so comfortable, - I said with my soul. You should have known how much I hate it!
Yulia didn't say anything, but judging by her face, she didn't really believe me. Well, don't. I am not going to report back.
While we got to the lecture hall, Yulia told me that Lapina was throwing a party for her birthday, which would take place in two weeks. I wish it was her last holiday. She wants to ruin it a little bit. It will be necessary to talk to Yulka, maybe it will help.
- A fool sits there, clapping her eyelashes,- I tambourine, sitting in my seat.
- Don't worry and everything will be fine,- my friend advised me.
- It will,- I nodded, -but not at her place.
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