The plot was the same with me. But with a completely opposite sign.
I loved to wander naked in our backyard garden in the summer. And Grandma sometimes turned a blind eye to it. But if it all happened at a tender age, you could safely turn a blind eye to it. But as time went on, I changed, I grew up.
And after my grandfather's death, my grandmother began to react to my pranks in the field of naturism in an unusual and even strange way recently before my departure for further studies at the institute. And I already considered myself, due to certain events, a real naturist. And the reason for this was this case, on the basis of which I made this conclusion. I once picked berries from raspberry and blackberry bushes, quite in the dense thickets of our garden, being, as always, confident that I was enjoying solitude.
But suddenly I heard my grandmother's voice. And clearly she wasn't alone. I panicked a little, and started looking for a way to hide somehow, hoping that she would stay in the house with her company. And I will remain unnoticed. It's happened before. And Grandma just warned me to keep my head down or put something on myself. But not this time. And my hope of being invisible was in vain. Grandma's plans were clearly different.
She was purposefully calling and looking for me to introduce me to her friends. And what's important is that she knew exactly what I was doing and what kind of shape I was in, as I myself confronted her with my intentions. After all, excessive caution never hurts. There was nowhere else to go. And so, I watch this company of my grandmother from her hiding place, who intends to find me in kindergarten.
She has some kind of distant relatives from the neighboring village and from the city, which means that mine too. One couple, and a woman. The couple was, as I realized later, with their grandson. The boy was still clearly of preschool age.
They all seemed to rush towards me. And I'm standing there, stunned, and carefully trying to hide behind the branches of the bushes. Grandma unceremoniously introduced me: look at my beautiful dragonfly. Look how she's grown. She's almost a bride. She's a little silly, though, you see how she's hanging around the yard. She likes being clueless, hanging around naked
After a tirade of bickering, a woman from this company approached me and persuaded me to join them. So I spent the whole day with them, at their insistence and earnest requests. My grandmother achieved what she had planned in advance, as she later confessed to me.
