Evening Has Come To The End Normally, Easy.

Evening has come to the end normally, easy. When we have laid down, it has begun to touch interrogatively a name of my employees and to stop expectantly, I negatively swung a head, simultaneously all burying a nose between its nude breasts more deeply. When it has touched all men, and I, all as winding a head has got already to the most treasured depths, she has in the affirmative said: - Means, the aunt burns slightly in your kettle. It, of course, a dish juicy. What sauce prefer? Well, is not present, my dear, invaluable, unique, unique! Having nestled on you, desired and delightful as dropped to Gay Antej, I have understood and have felt strictly that is obliged you from a grief with all man's responsibility. Also has again rolled up a head! Not in that position there was Nastenka that its guarded intuition has caught falseness in my last gesture. The lie in rescue - so it is called. I do not know, how from positions of abstract morals, but from the point of view of calmness of the concrete favourite person, from positions the bases of her life, I was right! The rights! The rights! And I have understood then up to the end: yes, the unexpected trouble has fallen down me, but not at all about it should not the nobility, guess Nastenka.