Russian nazi girls

And once,  when she came - she found there two red hens, and fervently guarded incubating pheasant eggs. This picture is shot through the heart of Connie. She herself was so lost and unnecessary - just a bundle of nerves. And soon all five of the stands were occupied by a hen, - three red, one gray and one black. And all of them in their nest eggs, feathers fluffed up with a soft comfortable weight, doing their feminine destiny. They watched Connie's bright eyes, when she approached him, and emit a short, shrill cries of alarm and anger, but mostly - women's resentment against the intrusion into their private affairs. Connie found in the hut sack of grain. She raised chickens some grain in their hands. They did not want to eat. Only one hen pecked russian women hand so angrily that Connie was frightened. She wanted so much to give them anything, this grouchy mothers who did not drink or eat yourself. She brought water in a small circle, and was delighted when a hen began to drink.  Now Connie came to visit the chickens every day. They were the only beings in the world that warmed her heart. Clifford outpouring of cold enveloped from head to toe. Voice of the IFA. Bolton and business travelers who have been in the house - too cold enveloped her. Random letter from russian women filled her the same cold shudder. She felt that, of course, would die if all this will last. And all around it was spring, and in the woods blossomed blue bells, and the buds of trees revealed - as a spray of green rain. How awful that it was spring all around, and people were heartless and cold! Only the hens, fluffed up on eggs, were cordial and warm - these are hot, giving birth to female body! Connie And she always felt that living on the edge of death. And in a lovely sunny day, when the meadows of violets in the ground opens up, and sheaves of lilies of the valley shone under the bushes, - hen she came to and found it a little orderly russian women, who walked in front of the cage is important, then, as a hen-mother terrified clucking. Tiny, slender chicken, gray-brown with dark spots - was the most cheerful creature in the world. Connie looked at him in ecstasy. Life! Life! Pure, sparkling, fearless new life! New life - such a tiny and so fearless!