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Chapter nine.

The swimming pool.

From the very end of September of the same year, when I went to the sixth class, I began to visit an institution known to our district as a public pool.

This place was very, very important for our schoolchildren, because there they had the opportunity to communicate in a completely informal environment, while at the same time «in business», and therefore not causing any suspicion. In addition, the pool was, like many other sports, with us, as a good cover for the loafers, who themselves would just lie down calmly, like walruses, competing in weight with them, and only on parental desire sent to such events. Such fellow citizens visited the pool or some other kind of sport twice a week, resting on the couch lying on the rest of the time, and with all the reproaches in this, stating that they are «engaged in sports»and are now temporarily resting.  Actually, most of these people consisted of all our sports sections, which might surprise a third-party observer, but not an internal one: even the school's traditional folklore of my region is known about the boy who, while doing sports, only gets fat and gets fat.

Returning to the case of my entry into this institution, I say: since my childhood, my father, from the very moment of my departure for aikido, wished to direct me also to the voyage, which he himself considered almost a panacea for all the disasters in life, he was very active in his youth engaged, but now he still realized his empty desire, hitherto only a dream, and sent me to the pool.

The weather was gloomy and gray, it was raining, the icy wind was blowing and it was terribly cold when I first got into the pool, where I still had to stay a rather long time.  My mood was extremely gloomy, since it was all after school day in seven lessons, I wanted to eat, sleep and read my beloved philosophers in home warmth, and not drag myself to the voyage, but that's what I had to do. I entered the pool hall lined with marble, undressed in outer clothing, left only in trousers and a sweater that tightly tightened my belly, and then went into the locker room, where it was warm, stuffy and very humid. I pulled off all my clothes, left only in swimming trunks, put on a rubber cap, diver's glasses and sat down to await the coach's invitation to the swimming pool, which was still a long time. Next to me sat a blond boy with blue eyes and a snub nose, greeted me and started a conversation: «Hello! What is your name?».

- I'm Marat Nigmatulin, and you? – Ianswered.

- I'm Egor Rysakov. – Said the boy. – Did you come here yourself or did your parents force you?

- Parents. – I answered without much interest.

- Clear. Me too. – Continued Egor. – Is it because you have a tummy?

- Yes, that's it. – I answered, looking at the three huge folds, which formed my stomach while sitting.

- Do not worry – I also have a belly. – Egor continued, eating a chocolate bar right in front of me and patting my belly, although not as big as mine.

- I used to have a press... – I said bitterly.

- And me too, not so long ago! – Egor replied with a smile. – But I do not regret that I do not have it now: I'm fine without it. To be honest, I adore my current figure and I think that it would be nice for me to gain a couple more pounds - they will not be superfluous!

- Are you serious? – I asked Egor.

- Absolutely! – said the one, finishing the chocolate. –I believe that it is better for a boy to have a tummy, not a press. I already know what it is. Previously, I had a press – no joy: some training, sweet can not. Now – another thing: I lie on the couch all day, eat chocolate and do not worry! And I advise you the same!

- Yes, in principle, I do so… – I answered somewhat shamefacedly.

- It's visible to you! – answered Egor. – Do not worry the main thing.

At that moment, Egor took out a phone and showed me a photo of himself a year ago: there he was skinny, without cheeks, but with cubes on his stomach.

- I then weighed 30 kg – now 39-40 approximately. – he answered. –And you?

- Now I weigh 46 approximately. – I answered, taking out the phone and showing my old photo. – And two years ago we weighed 30...

- Well, you ate the cheeks! – Egor answered, laughing. – The glutton!

- Yes, I am like this. And you? – I asked.

- I will not hide it. – Egor replied, continuing to eat chocolate bars. – The glutton is creepy, and even the sweet tooth: eclairs, cakes, cakes – all days!

- Do not you do the charging? – I asked, already knowing the answer.

- No, I never do! – Egor answered, laughing. – On the weekend I sleep until two or three days, and then I lean on food.

- Clear. – I answered. – I myself did not do this, and I also sometimes tried to exercise.

- Throw, your physical exercises – rubbish full! All these diets, exercises, all this for girls. Eat as you want – you're a boy, and a boy must have a stomach. – Egor handed me the chocolate.

- And your parents did not tell you tolose weight? – I asked, accepting his gift.

- They said, and about health too. – answered Egor, chewing.

- And what came of this? – I asked further.

- Nothing – I'm still lying on the couch and bursting. On the voyage, it is true, they forced me to go, but after that I get so fat that there is no effect. – answered Egor with a smile.

- I see... – I answered. – And how many times do you press?

- Oh, I could have done 45-50 times before, now it's about a dozen. – answered Egor. – I can show it right now.

Egor managed to press off eleven times just before he was short of breath, but I could only do the same thing nine times, horrified, how much I lost shape.

- You're in bad shape! – said the whole flushed Egor. – Completely fat swam!

- You too. – I answered, gasping even stronger than Egor.

- This is not a reason to start charging. – said Egor.

After the voyage, we were both very tired, because such loads on our muscles were not given for a long time, and because they produced severe pains, although we did not lose optimism and sense of humor. After the training, Egor hardly pulled on his jeans, I – pants, and then we went out into the hall, where my friend already had friends waiting for him with a bunch of all kinds of food that I will not describe here as unnecessary. Two of his friends, also pretty chubby boys with cheeks, fed Egor well, after which they said goodbye to me, and I with them, after which we left the pool hall, leaving for our homes.

Chapter ten.