In the footsteps of Apollinaire.

10. Sima, the wife of the manager.

Once in bed, I try to think about it, the most pressing question for me, what should I do. But there was some confusion in my head: the hostess and aunt, their daughters, from whom should one expect more favored plans for my plans? Whether to hide their courting for them, or, conversely, to act openly, and in the case of inquiries and to boast? It is a pity that there is no Zory to consult with him ...

Waking up in the morning, I think of the pregnant sister of the manager, and I think whether she will come or not. Hearing that someone climbs the stairs and, no doubt already that it is she, I decide to give her an idea: I throw the blanket back, stretch out on my back, pick up the hem of my shirt and pretend to be asleep.

But instead of Dusi, another woman appears. Through my narrowed eyelids I see that she is 35 years old and that she is neither stupid nor good-looking - tall, thin, with a sun-dark face and black eyes and hair. Having come to the conclusion that it, perhaps, should be used, I continue to lie, without stirring ... Surely she has seen enough pips, and, therefore, nothing will happen if she looks at my ... Zhora claims that women at that age, the hottest ... And who knows, maybe it will turn out to be just that and won’t mind when she is asked for this kind of service?

Putting the coffee she had brought on the table, the woman looks around and notices the instrument that I set up. After a moment of confusion, an expression appears on her face, in which, along with surprise, I notice curiosity and even some pleasure. She coughed, obviously then, in order to wake me up, she came up to the bed, and I, as if still in a dream, were making tugs, and moreover, so the household I was sticking out was completely shameless. Lingering for a moment, she throws a blanket over me and says:

- Your coffee, sir.

“Good morning,” I reply, opening my eyes. - Who you are? And where is darling?

- I am her daughter-in-law ... She is not here today, and my husband, who manages this estate, asked me to replace her. Especially since this is actually included in my duties.

“You have excellent duties!” - I exclaim, jumping out of bed and hugging her. - Yes, and you yourself look great! ... The most beautiful here ...

While she protests weakly, I put my hand under her skirt and wrap her fingers over a thick coat of woolly hair, groping for a hole and putting my finger in there. Initially, it is dry (Zhora said that this is the case with all ardent women), the gap under its influence quickly moisturizes, and the clitoris hardens.

- What did it find on you? ... You hurt me ... Stop! Suddenly my husband finds out about it?

“Is he somewhere around here?”

- No, but suddenly, in some case, it will appear here ... Yes, and the sister-in-law can show up ... Enough! ... Anyone can now disturb us - your mother, the mistress ... They have long been on their feet ... We better do this: I will be back tonight, my husband will leave for Moscow for two or three days ...

With this promise, I let her go and, dressed in Zhorin's bathrobe, I sit down to drink coffee, and she begins to clean my bed.

- What is your name? - I'm interested. - Tell us about yourself.

- Sima.

- And completely?

- Serafima Sergeyevna. From her youth she worked for Maria Alexandrovna as a maid, and my future groom was a lackey of Konstantin Konstantinovich, her husband. He was seriously wounded in the war, contused, his leg was cut off. The owners took him back to him, and since the manager was taken to the army, he began to fulfill his duties. Now he has quite good savings, so that together with the salary - his and mine - they could live on their own ... But they got used to such a life, clung to Ulmans ...

- Where is your home? In the village?

- What do you mean! In the next house. Look out the window: the owners of the five rooms usually rent the summer residents to the summer, only this year they have not been able to come to an agreement with anyone else; and in the basement - we are with children ...

- And how many children do you have?

- Three: a boy of 10 years old and two girls of 11 and 13 years old ... Did you finish your coffee? Well, let me take the cup and saucer into the kitchen.

- So, until the evening?

- Until the evening.

After breakfast, I retreat to the library and start reading the memoirs of Casanova. But this fascinating occupation is interrupted by mother, aunt and hostess, who for some reason glanced there and expressed extreme surprise that I am sitting here in such good weather:

- Why aren't you in the bath?

- What do you want? - I ask with a stupid look, just to say something, and I hurry to climb onto the stepladder to hide the treasured little book. - Weather, say, good? So I'm going now and run to the river ...

“You're late,” Maman reminds me. “Now is our time to bathe ... But still, get out of here, we have something to say about something.”

I leave them, walk down the corridor, go down from the porch, but when I see the girls and Pete, sitting on a bench and talking animatedly, they turn in their direction and ask:

- So, what are we going to do?

- We are led to swim ...

- And my time has passed, and I do not know what to do. Perhaps I will be with myself to play scouts and secretly follow you ... So keep this in mind when you find yourself on the river.

- And where are you going to spy on us? - asks Vera.

- And, remaining unnoticed by us? - adds Olya.

- Do not know yet. But I have time, while our mothers confer, to run off to plunge, and then look for a suitable observation post.

“If tomorrow the weather is just as good,” says Vera, “something needs to be done so that our mothers cannot go swimming with us ...”

- It would be great! But will they agree to let you go alone?

- We will try to persuade, - says Olya.

- Hooray! - exclaims Nadia and appeals to me: - And you, Sasha, will you swim with us, teach me to swim?

- If I will be allowed, then with pleasure! - I answer, kissing her under the surprised glances of Vera and Olya, after which I leave them all.

Having gone down the wooden stairs, I undress naked, dive, swim the bath there and back, dress quickly and cross the dam to the opposite shore. There I have to wade in such a dense bush that I can hardly find a place where I could sit comfortably, remain unnoticed, and from where one could watch what happens in the water and on the shore. We have to wait a long time. But now I hear voices coming down the stairs. When they all end up on a grassy meadow, I see all the ladies and their daughters, including the dildo Lika, without exception. In such a crowd, it’s absolutely impossible to discern who speaks to whom and what it’s about, and it’s also difficult to see how nudging goes: it’s too high compared to my vantage point where they start to settle down.

And yet after some time, one after another they appear on the edge of the cliff and begin to descend to the water, and some of them, having chatted their legs in it and making sure that it is warm, enter it first knee-deep, then go deeper, splash , shouting joyfully - both big aunts and little children, and the mistress, crouching down, rushes into the water and after a dozen strokes finds herself on this bank, rises to her feet to catch her breath, turns and swims back, and then returns again.

This time she is more than half out of the water, turns to others and calls them to her. Girls and Petya do not respond, ...