and selflessly. Fragments of her cut dress flew in the air, completely exposing her beautiful, sleek legs. Slightly wet from sweat, she shoved my sleeves and, covering my wrists under the cuffs, frantically twisted around me, throwing her legs as high as possible. Finally, I was captured by the rhythm of the dance. And almost unconsciously, I made dizzying steps, striking others. We with her, drunk and excited, sank directly to the floor. We applauded. Looking at Salina’s fresh fragrant body, I could not help it and touched my shoulder with my hand. It was wet and cool. She looked at me in surprise, stroked my hand and jumped to her feet impulsively. I also got up and took her arm, escorted her to the table. “Will you go soon?” She asked me when we sat down. - At ten o'clock in the morning. - Oh, how little time is left. I want to be with you. Let's get out of here. - Let's. We go out into the garden. The little colored lights barely illuminated the garden and the path we walked along. I took her arm, and she leaned closer to me. We turned onto a narrow path, which we had to walk one by one and walked in front, and I followed her and admired her figure, illuminated by a faint gleam of light coming here. Finally, we come to a small glazed gazebo. She opened the door with her key and let me pass. The windows draped with dense fabric did not pass light at all. The gazebo was as dark as a can of mascara. I stumbled upon a table and almost fell, then felt something soft with my hand and sat down, trying to look closely, but in vain. It was completely dark. Somewhere nearby I heard Salina's breath. Suddenly the switch sounded loudly and the blue matte light lit up the arbor a little. The luxurious furnishings of this corner stunned me. I sat on a wide velvet ottoman, covered with a wonderful Persian carpet. Nearby was a small round table with flowers in a crystal vase in gold. At the table there are two poufs, on one of them sat Salina. On the right, a huge pierum shone, on the shelves of which perfume bottles were arranged in a beautiful mess. Almost in the middle of the room stood a magnificent floor lamp with a wide blue shade. The floor was carpeted throughout the room. The windows are covered with blue velvet, and the ceiling is draped with scarlet silk. I didn’t mention a low cabinet with books, but it didn’t catch my eye, I noticed it later. Salina was pleased with the impression that this quiet magic corner made on me. She silently looked at me, waiting for me to speak. - What is it? - I asked. - This is my refuge. Like? “It's wonderful here, especially when you're here.” - Without me there can be no this arbor. When I leave here, I'll burn it. Here I had so many pleasant moments that I was jealous of her for anyone who could get the same in her. I was very attached to things, I like some of them as if they were alive. This is called fetishism, but this word does not frighten me. Let it be called whatever you like, but I like it so much. Do you have any favorite things? “No, by the way, there is,” and I remembered the cards and the ace of hearts. - What is this thing? She asked, looking in the mirror. I did not want to tell her about the cards, and to hush up the conversation, I changed the subject. - What is your wonderful hair. They give your face an unspeakable charm. She coquettishly shook her head and, smiling sweetly, replied: - I’m only afraid that I will soon remain bald. Too many people on earth have them as a keepsake. Do you want me to cut you a curl? - You are very kind to me. What I deserve your attention? - nothing. You are an interesting man. I like you. She rose from the pouf and went to the pier glass. Having found the scissors, she quickly cut off a long curl at the temple. - Nate! - she threw me hair, and they, like thin silver snakes, scattered in front of me. I carefully picked them up and put them in a cigarette case.And she combed her hair, rubbed her face and hands with perfume and sat down in her place. “Why are you so timid and silent?” - I'm not silent. I am simply amazed by you and all this and can’t come to my senses. - Do you want me to show you the magazines in which my portraits are placed? “She went to the locker with books and pulled out a whole pile of it — here I am at a beauty pageant in France — Miss Universe of 1945.” And here I am in Denmark ... And this is in Belgium. See what a gorgeous convertible. I deliberately brought him from America to shock the queen. - Happened? - Still would. I was the queen, and she was only present at me. Salina picked one colorful magazine from the pile and showed it to me. On the cover is a photograph of a woman in such a thin dress that you could consider her just naked. She wore black gloves inlaid with sequins, and a ruby ​​rose burned in black hair. Through the narrow slits of the black velvet mask, the pupils of the eyes shone through with sparkles. - Find out who it is? - Probably you. “I was dressed like this last Christmas at a holiday in Miami, there were many respectable ladies there, they shied away from me like the plague,” she said with a laugh, admiring her photo, “But everyone else was shocked by the extravagance of my costume, guys ran after me in droves. It was funny to look at them. One of them got so excited that in self-oblivion he licked sweat off my shoulder during a dance. I love when men look at me. I am pleased to see how excited by my naked body, they begin to tremble with all their body from carnal excitement. They rummage through my eyes and it seems as if in front of the whole public I am stroked through the most intimate places, as if the looks of these men penetrate me like flesh into flesh. Oh, I revel in it and I want at such moments to open more to their eyes and surrender to everyone at the same time. Salina closed her eyes and threw her head back, frantically whispering: “What a pity that people have limited themselves to the notorious morality, they have forged themselves forever with golden chains of morality and called the most wonderful in the whole universe. Oh, people, people - burst out of her. She got up from the couch and went to the window. There was an awkward silence. I did not know what to answer to this argument and the waterfall of passion and, feeling guilty, I buried in magazines. - Why did we leave from everyone? - she suddenly asked, - It was boring there, but even more boring here. Oh god How tired this boredom is! How opposed to the world with all its petty, ridiculously insignificant people, with its useless chastity and deceitful morality, and in her soul she has a foul-smelling bouquet of such vice and depravity that it seems she is a continuous purple hole that almost every men rush headlong. And these ugly dogs, thirsting for wine and orgies, in moments of upheaval suddenly begin to speak loudly about morality, morality, to speak disdainfully - a whore, who twisted in bed yesterday, tasting sweets that no one but women would give him ... You see the conditions in which we live, why skirts should be up to the knees, and not lower and not higher, why can I bare almost the entire breast, but not the nipples? Why can I walk naked on the beach, and be sure to dress from head to toe around the city? Some kind of nonsense. Now I want to undress now, I want to take a break from the tight dress, but you are here and it is inconvenient for me to do this if you don’t turn away. Well, why are you silent? Answer me. - I agree with you in many respects, but I can’t say anything except sympathy. I have it with the blood of the mother, still from the womb. We Germans highly value chastity and morality; for us, these are not just words, but the culture of life. - Oh, you grind nonsense! - she interrupted me, brushing off irritably, - We ... Germans ... You have no less prostitutes than in France, you also climb in crowds to watch a naked revue and print pornographic photographs with millions, - tugging at her silk scarf, she walked around the room and sat down with me, - But still, you Germans are an unusual people. You do not have reckless fun and sweet humor ... Read more →