Marina and Ihra climbed the crinkle of a small cottage, bright and cozy, inspiring itself by its existence here, in the depths of the forest, away from busy highways and half-settled village roads. The house stood on a picturesque glade, overgrown with high soft grass and wildflowers, surrounded by sprawling dybies, alternating with thin, pysky aspens. Not far from home, the transparent pychey was chatting merrily about something with two fur-bearing pines that lay on its coast. Rychey ran away from a forest thicket and again he rubbed it, reaching the end of the glade.

Marina opened the door and the newlyweds found themselves in a clean, smelling resin and sun. Laughing and talking loudly, they examined their home and came to the conclusion that this wonderful little house with hot water and steam heating, with a bathroom, a cozy verandah, two rooms with furnished rooms - a bedroom and a bedroom - perfect for relaxing and sleeping would dream of a better place for honeymoon.

This beautiful young couple involuntarily attracted the attention of all who saw them together. Igor, a twenty-nine-year-old blond beauty with the face and figure of a Greek god, a balagyp, a poet, had a reputation for hanging and ladies. Women of all ages artfully flirted with him, sought reciprocity, not hoping for a serious and lasting relationship. When one of his friends apprehensively invited Igor to the student's hostel, where he first saw Mary, then from this pore all the other women ceased to exist for him ...

The tall, handsome little girl with the habits of a wild panther also immediately turned his attention to him, and he, perhaps for the first time in his life, turned and mixed under the strict gaze of his clever serious eyes, who were carefully watching him from under his long tight hands. Surely, blindedly, he exhausted her all, starting with a smooth, white face, touched by a gentle Pymean, decorated with a somewhat mouthful and straight, with a barely noticeable token, nose. The long white neck gracefully leaned toward the sleek, smooth shoulders when the girl was talking to her sitting armchair. The outlines of the guards, prostuypayuschie through a transparent glossy, were perfect and so seductive that Igor wanted to touch these smooth and vibrant surroundings. When Marina got up and Yori saw her slender waist, smoothly shifting into wide, strong hips, her long legs with smooth, deep-skinned skin, he realized that he wanted to possess her all, realizing at the same time the utter impossibility of this desire. Of course, such a girl can not be lonely, she is not only beautiful, but, after talking to each other, she is smart and intelligent. He is not a couple to her. The whole evening, Igor sat in silence, and then, leading Marya home, he suddenly said to the pardon:

- Marry me.

... The wedding was awesome. Marina and Ihor conscientiously took part in all the actions of this performance: they gently and wholeheartedly kissed each “bitterly”, heard toasts and speeches, danced. Marina in her white dress, very serious and a little bit hrypnaya, was a fabulous king, and Igor felt himself next to her in good condition, then page, ready to follow her mistress.

When the guests finally dispersed and they were left alone, Igor, despite the weak resistance of his wife, met her on the threshold of the bathroom, from where she came out already accessible, naked, with one single bathrobe. Catching up on Mariny at her, hurrying, wishing her, I took the girl to bed and mastered her quickly and almost full. She did not oppose, only quietly oiknula when he very gently pressed his knee to the skin on her hip, and groaned when, after two or three persistent priests, he entered the current. To the surprise of Igor, Marina was a virgin. Until now, he knew only experienced women who were arrogant in love, who themselves had received the pleasure of intimacy with him. Marina, when Igor, happy and pleased, pushed her off, vrypg turned her back and began to cry quietly and warmly.Intimacy with her, her young god, whose love was presented to her as affectionate and tender, brought only confusion and physical pain.

For the rest of the night, Yosew, he married his wife and asked for her forgiveness. She finally posted it and under the ytro they fell asleep. Having asserted themselves, both, without co-ordinating, tried to forget their unprecedented first wedding night, and the newly assembled guests greatly helped.

So, on a visit and care about them, almost a week has passed. My husband and I had many common interests, at the same time various professions and interests helped them to discover for themselves new frontiers of the surrounding world. Each day, mutual knowledge yadivlyalo and gladdened them, but the sexual attraction, if not present, was reliably hidden on the back door of the consciousness and buried there, as something that does not have any meaning for them. It cannot be said that this didn’t worry them at all, but both were afraid to persevere in self-doubt and others in others. Therefore, when on one of the hot June days of the comrades, Igor was told by the newlyweds to spend the rest of the trip in the forester's empty house, somewhere in the perfect depth, they agreed, collected something and gave them to the fairy tale. in the middle of no less fabulous meadow.

Here they were alone - alone in the whole world, alone in a wonderful fairytale forest, alone in a cozy home. They are enveloped in a carefree, easy life, filled with charm of the summer forest, at the foot and the smell of ripe strawberries, with joyful moments of festive fishing on the forest lake. The days were beautiful and whole-hearted, and so were the whole nights. When they returned home, Igor, grinning, caught on his wife's wasted glance, lost. on him upstairs. He felt how her body was turning to stone, how her voice sat down when he tried to touch her chest or her feet. It was a torture, but he understood that in this torture wine was himself. He decided to wait, patiently wait, when she herself would meet his wishes.

Once they were walking for a long time in the forest. Ihor was reciting poems, and he gave Mary a handful of hand-made bells and little romas, she made two wreaths of them and both of them decorated their heads with flowers. Something pagan was now in their appearance. They frankly admired the friends of the friends and first took to the py - ki on the opposite way.

Late in the evening, the newlyweds returned home, tired and almost happy. It seemed that they did not have enough small in order to enter into that close and gentle contact, which is so necessary for a young family. Marinas quickly accepted the soul and, not feeling the body from the age, fell on the bed. Falling asleep, she heard how Igor carefully, trying not to apologize to her, not to break up, lay down beside her. She fell asleep with a sense of gratitude to him for the fact that even today he did not touch her.

The girl came at night from the strange sensation of novelty and the non-reality of the surrounding. The bedroom was filled with a surprisingly bright light, all the items that were in it were worn by ordinary scenes. Slowly and carefully, fearing to destroy this short fairy tale, Marina sat on the bed. The mysterious light turned out to be a loose, falling loose curtains from the gap between the two. Marina got up and went to the window. The huge moon hung right over the glade, flooding the forest with bright light, felling it, filling it with new, incomprehensible content, giving an inexplicable charm to everything that echoed with this magical ydivi shine.

Marina vpryg felt an overwhelming desire to turn into this wonderful light, merge with it, dissolve in it. She slipped into the open window, half closed her eyes. The legs touched the soft earth, the cover - with that cool nose. The girl slowly stepped on the silver bed, and she gently twisted around her bare legs, caressing them, stroking. These features were so gentle, so incomparable with anything - it seemed that they had opened some kind of secret door in Marina's soul, vypyskaya nevye nevye - home so much of desire and desire. Sweet warmth, ...