The smell of pine needles in the hot July forest

- Vasya, when to wait for you?
Vasily has already opened the gate, turned around. Leah stood, leaning full of elbows on the railing of a tiny veranda and, propping peach cheeks with her palms, looked cheerfully at her husband.
Beautiful, infection, I don’t understand whether she loves me or not.
- What to bring from Moscow?
- We have everything. Come yourself, otherwise again with friends, but with beer.
He did not answer, closed the gate and headed for the station. A narrow winding path has not yet dried up after a night rain. The forest was quiet and transparent, barely green, swollen kidneys of alder and birch. The warm obsessive smell of the rotten last year"s foliage Vasily was unpleasant. He took a clock from his pocket on a shabby copper chain, opened a silver lid for a long time. They were presented by the father, who lived in the suburbs, in the weaving town of Pavlovsky Posad. Vasya was 34 years ago a month ago, and Tit Semenovich sent him such an expensive little thing. Senior Vasin, brother, Sergey, who brought the gift, sighed and was upset that he did not get the clock