Weekend in the country
Anton, 25 years after a week in the office of a trading company, has always sought at the weekend to get away from city life away. Take this opportunity and the gorgeous July sunshine, he went on his sport bike in a small village where he lived with his beloved grandmother, who adamantly refused to move to the city. In the village are always a lot of work: chop wood, mow hay, dried and put back, fence to fix, cattle feed... Anton work was accustomed from childhood, and that persistence, hard work, great did come in handy at the Institute and in sports (doing, our hero struggle and had a trim athletic figure).
At the Institute for girls offered him his friendship, not only... But it was all equally helpful, friendly, cheerful, gallant, in General, a good and reliable friend, but no more. He waited, his heart hammered at a frantic pace, when he sees the one. From city to the village grandmother was about three hours away by motorcycle and Anton flew forward, competing with the wind, substituting the person of its elastic impulses, squinting from the sun, as if trying to look into his blue eyes. About an hour away, he saw on the side of the road the voting girl.
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