Russian
women locked the door of the hut and went for it. "You will not regret,
no?" - He asked, walking beside her. "No, no! And you?" - She
said. "This is No! - He said. Then a moment later he added: But there are
others." "What - the rest?" - She said. "Sir Clifford.
Other people. And all sorts of complications." "Why -
complications?" - She asked anxiously. "It's all true. As for you and
for me. Complications are russian women. "He steadily moved on in the
dark. "Are you sorry?" - She asked. "Kind of! - He said, looking
at the sky. - I thought I killed it all. And now I started again."
"Started what?" "Live!" "Live" - she replied
with a strange tremor. "That's life - he said. - This can not be avoided.
If you avoid this - you do the dead. And here I must again plunge into
life." "This Love" - russian women said cheerfully. "Whatever it was,"
- he replied. They walked through the darkening wood in silence, and finally
came to the park. "But you hate me?" - She said earnestly. "No,
no," - he replied. And suddenly he held her tightly to his chest, with the
old, bringing together their passion. "No, I was so good, so good! And
you?" "Yeah, me too" - she said, quite sincerely, because she
did not feel pleasure. He gently kissed her. "If only the world were not
so many people!" - He said grimly. She laughed. They came to the gate of
the park. He opened it. "I will not go on," - he said. "No"
- and she gave him her hand, he took it in both of his. "To come to you
again?" - She asked. "Yes, yes! "She left him and went quickly
through the park. He stood for several minutes, watching as she disappeared
into the darkness. He looked after her, almost with grief, she joined him with
me, whereas he wanted to be alone.
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