Women in contemporary russian society

Russian women picked up a book about India, but now he was not up to the reader. He sat by the fire with a mug of beer. And thought about Connie .In truth, he was sorry about what happened, perhaps more for its own sake. It is something like a premonition. But not a sin and wickedness that happened - oh, no, no conscience tormented him in this regard. He knew that conscience is mainly the fear of man to society, or fear of oneself. He was not afraid of himself. But he was quite consciously afraid of society, which - he instinctively knew it - it was half-mad evil beast. Woman! If only she could be here with him and if anyone in the world no more! The desire arose in him again, his phallus began to move, like a living bird. And at the same time, the horror of what they have to answer to the evil which corrupt shining outside electric lights, weighed heavily on his shoulders. Russian women, poor young creature, for it was just a young female, but a young female, with whom he came in and wanted that again .Stretching, straining with desire, because he was lonely and lived without women for four years - he got up, put on his coat, took his gun, put out the lamp and went back into the starry night, with his dog. Pursued by the desire and the fear of the outside world - he slowly walked around the forest. He loved the dark and bruised her whole being. GCA facilitated his desire, stirring restlessness of his penis, a smoldering fire in his thighs! Oh, if only were more people with whom he could fight against the evil of this brilliant electric, for, to preserve the tenderness in his life, the tenderness of women and the treasure of desire. If only there were men with whom he could fight together! But they were all there, where the glorified evil winning, or trampled stream of mechanical greed and greedy mechanism. Connie hurried through the park to the house, almost anything without thinking. She could not think. It came just in time for dinner. But the door was already locked and she had to call. Mpc. Bolton opened the door to her. russian women and you, my lady! I was beginning to fear that you get lost! - She said a little sly. - But Sir Clifford has not asked about you, he sits mr. Linear, they talk about business. Perhaps it will remain for dinner, what do you think, my lady? ""Yes, probably," - said Connie. "I detain dinner for fifteen minutes, okay? This will give you time to change, slowly." "Yes, it would be better."