EUDOXIA: This is a smart move, granddaughter. Not only does attachment and instincts work here, but the head is already involved in the process.

IYA: Yes! But that's the problem!

EUDOXIA: Why not?

IYA: Yes, because as soon as I start to look closely at the boy I like, I inevitably sooner or later realize that he is an idiot.

EUDOXIA: Is that so?

IYA: Yes, that's right. You have no idea how many boys I've already met. They come from everywhere, just like an obsession. On the Internet every day a lot of sufferers who want to walk, ride, go to the movies, cafes, and so on. On the street, they approach me-they get acquainted, in transport they shove their mobile phones with the words: "Hello."

EVDOKIA: Well… This is no wonder, you are a prominent girl.

IYA: no, I'm not complaining about that. I am certainly pleased that I am popular with the boys. But I can't communicate with them for a long time! As long as they sing my praises, everything is great. But as soon as their vocabulary runs out, that's it… Either they fall off or I lose interest.

The grandmother looks at her granddaughter attentively, sympathetically, kindly.

IYA: the Women… I'll still be an old maid if it goes on like this. And this psychologist-a bastard, the second time does not want to consult for free. What should I do?

EVDOKIA (warily): my pension is small…

IYA: That's not what I'm talking about. Well, you're old… I mean, wise. Advise me! Tell me what to do.

EVDOKIA: and tell me this. How long does it usually take from the moment when you are interested in a guy to the moment when everything goes to hell with you?

IYA (thoughtfully): Oh, Bab… well…, in different ways. Once a day, once two… Well, probably the longest is four or five days.

EVDOKIA: everything is clear, granddaughter. All the people you've had the pleasure of talking to… meet… They had only one not-so-original goal in mind.

IYA (thoughtfully): You think all they wanted from me was…

EVDOKIA (interrupting, confidently): Yes!

Iya thinks about it.

IYA (thoughtfully): Wait, but many of them spoke so colorfully about me, they talked about their plans for me, promised a lot of things…

The grandmother looks at her granddaughter affectionately. Iya catches this skeptical look on her face.

IYA (thoughtfully): What do you think, that all stupidly lied, pursuing one single goal?

My grandmother shrugs her shoulders apologetically and sympathetically.

IYA (thoughtfully): Means… I was right… They're all jerks. But where can I find a decent person?

EUDOXIA (thoughtfully): Listen… why don't you talk to your mother about it? She's something… I think he knows more about these things than I do. After all, she was married four times, and each time successfully, as she claims.

IYA (indignantly): With mom? Well, noooo. We are not friends, but rather competitors. I can imagine what advice she can give me…

EVDOKIA (not understanding): What? What do you mean, competitors? You're eighteen, she's sixty. What kind of competition can we talk about, Oia?

IYA (indignantly): Sixty-something sixty, but looks something she, a disease on forty!.. forty-five at most. You and I know that it's high time for her to choose a stronger piece of clothing, and the guys think that she's still in full bloom! Have you seen the photos she posts on her social media page? Eight boys have already left me for her. From me to her, you know? And you say-what competition…

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