Why are russian women so beautiful

Mp. Linear shafts was chief superintendent, an elderly man. He did not fully satisfy the Clifford. But he liked Connie, and she was very glad that he came alone, without his wife. Linear stayed for dinner, and Connie hosted, as always - modest, carefully and attentively. It was, and today it is a mistress who was so pleased with the men, with a soft calm and restrained manner. Connie so long played the role of such a russian women that it has become second nature and her. She patiently waited for that moment when I finally was able to  russian women  to himself - to be alone with his thoughts. When she came to my room and left alone, she felt she did not know what to think and feel. What was that person? Do it to it for real? Not really - she felt it. But he was good. It was some sort of warm naive kindness, curious and sudden, which opened him to her womb. But she felt that it could be that for every woman. And yet, despite this, - it was so comforting, so good! He was a passionate, healthy and passionate. - But it could be that with every woman. Russian women was the only female for him. And maybe it was better. After all, he was kind to the female in it, what has never been any other man. Males have been kind to the person in it, but rather cruel to the female, despising her or ignoring it altogether. The men were kind and helpful to Constance Reid or to Lady Chatterley, but to her belly - they were not good. But he did not notice it, or Constance Reid, Lady Chatterley, he just gently and warmly caressed her thighs and chest. She went into the woods the next day. It was a gray, brooding day - and all the trees silently tried to open their buds. Today, she felt it almost in his own body. She came into the clearing, but it was not there. Young chickens, pheasants ran to the stands, in which hens clucked anxiously. Connie sat down and looked at them - and waited. She almost did not notice the chickens. She was waiting for. Time passed slowly, like a dream, but he did not come, he never came here during the day - she was waiting for him, almost hoping to see him. She had to go back to tea. She put herself in, to leave. When she went home, started drizzling rain. "Again the rain?" - Clifford asked when she came to him. "Drizzling a little bit. "She poured herself a cup of tea in silence, lost in thought. She wanted to see a forester today - she had to make sure everything was yesterday's reality. "Read to you?" - Clifford said.