I Recollect Thereupon The Story Of Gi Read

I recollect thereupon the story of Gi read still in a youth Maupassant "Who loves me, for me": a baron pursued the passion the princess. And here, at last, after successful, but tiresome wood hunting when they chased all the day long on horses - that wild boars, for deer, it has carried away it behind herself in the lock invocatory exclamation: "Who loves me, for me!." And here it at it, in long-awaited desired bed. "Minute wait, I now." She has whispered, slipping out a bedroom, obviously, in a bath. A Baron, inhaled the oxygen, overstrained in continuous races, it having appeared in a pure fine linen, under a weightless silk blanket, on a down feather-bed as in a whirlpool has failed - has fallen asleep a stone dream. We will present ourselves its feelings when it, dared to surrender the arrogant woman, has found out in itself in a bed without signs of consciousness of the man with a big moustache and it is especially imaginable it when he, at last, has woken up under tickling beams of already hot, already day sun!.