Woodman,
who was sitting on their haunches beside her, watching with pleasure a little
cheeky bird in her hands. And suddenly he saw the tears that fell down on the
chicken. He got up and walked away to the other stands. Because he suddenly
felt old fire that lights up in his thigh, the fire, which, he hoped - was
extinguished forever. But the fire escaped, rushed down and burned in his lap. He
turned to her again and looked at her. She was on her knees, holding out his
arms forward, cautiously, as the blind, -, so that the chicken could go back to
his mother. And it was something dumb and lost - that compassion for her
flashed into his guts. Not realizing what he was doing, he quickly approached
her, and sank into a crouch, he took the chicken out of her hands because she
was afraid of the chicken and put it back in the cage. And in the back of his
thighs, the fire flared up even more. He looked at her in awe. She turned her
face away and bitterly, crying blindly, with all the desperation of a lost
generation. His heart melted suddenly, like a drop of fire, and he laid his
hand on her knee. "Do not cry," - he said softly. But she hid her
face in her hands and felt that her heart was broken and that the rest of her
care. He put his hand on her shoulder, and softly-softly his hand down on her
back - the blind, with blind affection - to her hips? Here, his hand gently
stroked her round the thigh, with the blind instinctive caress. She found her
handkerchief and wiped his russian women for her face. "You come into the
hut?" - He asked quietly. And taking her hand, he picked it up and slowly
led her to the hut, not letting go of her until she went there. Then he pushed
the table and bench, and took the gray army blanket chest, and slowly spread it
on the floor. She looked at him and stood still. His face was pale and without
expression, like the face of a man coming to what is intended. "Lie down
here" - he said softly and closed the door, so that russian women, very
dark. In silent obedience, she lay on the blanket. Then she felt in his soft,
searching hand, hot and russian women desire, touch her body, searching her
face.
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