(fragments of the novella)

... In the evening I invited her to me. Frankly, I was impatient to renew our intimate relationship. However, Lily was completely out of that mood, so I did not dare to proceed with erotic foreplay. The conversation flowed long and pointless in the endless course of joint associations. Darkness thickened, but we did not light the light. I was more persistently attracted by a bright chintz sundress with a zipper at the back. And when the hand, not listening to the voice of reason, was already reaching for an enticing lock, Lily offered to take a walk. on one bed and languish from inaction.

The air was so warm that we did not dress in addition, but we went to what we have. First, we wandered along the unchanging Love Path, then we decided to go around the campus around the perimeter. Lily wanted some new impressions, or maybe some thrill, and she pulled me to the cemetery, almost adjacent to the campus from the north. I used to go around the night graveyard for hardening nerves, but she, she admitted, was not able to walk there in the dark. We joined hands and slowly moved to meet with the other world.

The path to the cemetery was fabulously lit up with the moon. She vividly circled on the ephemeral canopy of the night, adorned with pure diamonds of stars. The moon was the color of brass, polished with chromium oxide to an unbelievable brilliance. Thoughtful haze sometimes deadened her frank brightness, and then the moonlight acquired a greenish tint. Invisible crickets wove webs of chirping trills in thickened air. Our cautious steps, creeping over the elastic silk of the grass, temporarily made the insects stop, but then they were again taken for their monotonous playing. The lilac fragrantly aromatized, thirsting with a thirst for fertilizing heavy grasse inflorescences.

We passed the rotten wooden fence and entered the kingdom of shadows. In mystical moonlight, frightened young Osinka frightened, the sides of the leaves were finely puffed with silver. Graceful birch branches, soldered to the blue-black sky, bent in sorrowful silence.

Enchantedly, we moved from an old cross with a decaying mourning wreath to a four-sided truncated pyramid, topped with a five-pointed star, from a marble tombstone ingrown into moss velvet, to a monumental stone sculpture. Lily's eyes glittered with horror, she clung to my trembling body, and her intermittent breathing tickled my ear. And I was increasingly moving away from the contemplation of frozen ghostly beauty, focusing on the charm of living flesh.

And blasphemy was accomplished under a bizarre interlacing of branches. I involuntarily touched the “lightning” of Lily on the back, and the hand itself split her sundress to the waist. Lily screamed, but could not resist the onslaught of tumultuous caresses. Then she slipped out of her clothes and ran away with a hysterical laugh. Throwing a sundress on the grave mound, I rushed after him. It was a brief and dazzling fury. Madness of passion Flying through eternity.

Soon the fugitive was exhausted and stopped, leaning on a black, rickety cross. She was wearing white panties and white sandals. The resilient breasts were agitated to the beat in breath, standing out at dawn on a tanned body, their eyes were phosphorically shimmering like a ghoul. I pressed her, submissive, to the trunk of chaste birch and removed the last hindrance to our merger. Lily kicked my lower back and arched into a sweet languor, grinding out an animal moan through her teeth ...

Then, as if delirious, we were looking for a sundress in the cemetery, we drove the leaves away from the fern leaves (or didn’t we feel them at first?), I picked her a lush bouquet of white lilac ... instantly, forever dissolved in the star whirlwind of the universe ...