In the hot July afternoon, the young princess Irina, having deigned to wake up just now, nezheila in her lordly chambers in her lush and luxurious feather beds. The yard girls, the maids, who were in the personal care of the young mistress, had already begun their usual work, which they were supposed to start every time immediately upon awakening of their young lady. One serf hurried to the mistress with a vessel so that the mistress could relieve herself, practically without getting out of bed. At the same time other young slaves started washing her, washing, combing, dressing, puffing, and preening her beautiful, young and charming lady. Usually, this procedure took no more than an hour, while about a dozen serf yard servants, the personal servants of the young princess were involved, but this time the young lady woke up slightly out of sorts and in the process of all that, she managed to lime two of her young slaves, as a result All this "morning" toilet has long passed for noon.

And it was so. One of the serf slaves too long, as it seemed to the young princess, stretched her stockings on her legs. The young lady wound a scythe on her arm, bent at the feet of her slave, and pulled sharply to herself. The skeleton of a huge lordly bed was made of wrought iron, thus, sharply pulling the peasant woman’s hair from the bottom up, she severely hit her with the cast-iron frame of the bed. The maid just screamed a little, then looked around for a few seconds, she silently looked away, and then gave way under her back, dropping dead to her back.

- Oh my God! - the young princess said with a slight regret, - reposed, poor thing, however, she herself was to blame, the slow was like a tortoise. How old was she?

- The seventeenth was going, madam. She was alone with her parents, they had been waiting for her for a long time. - sadly said one of the yard slaves of the young lady.

- Parents go and still alive? The young hostess asked indifferently.

- Yes Milady. Seventh ten went to them. Antipius yes Glafira. Glafira in laundresses you work. Your lordly plowed antipia field, but it was very painful, the manager of the watchman defined it.

- The manager to me! - strictly said the young lady.

A minute later, the gray-haired man managing the estate of the lady was kneeling in front of his young mistress. It should be noted that all men, all serf serfs, were strictly prescribed to personally kneel on their knees in personal contact with their young lady, without raising their eyes, only with the special permission of the young lady, her bright eyes could be seen. Such was her master's will. Yard maidens and peasant women, during a personal meeting, should prostrate themselves, their foreheads buried in the floor or in the ground, they are strictly forbidden to turn to the mistress. The only exception is the personal servant of the manor of the estate, and then if they are busy performing their duties in favor of the young Mrs. Irina. Thousands of serf serfs of a young, beautiful mistress, who just turned twenty, all, from small children to gray-haired old men, fall to their knees in front of their master, no matter where they are and where they would not deign to appear - in the field on their examination possessions, in the woods on horseback riding, in a manor’s estate, everywhere where her slim, little foot steps, everywhere people fall and bow to her in these feet.

“First of all, Miron,” addressed the manager, without turning her head towards him, “take down to bury this naked fool,” the young lady ordered.

- I listen ... - the manager began.

- Shut up, cudgel, I haven't finished yet - the princess abruptly cut off. - Antipu you appointed a guard?

“I, mistress, he has become a sick man, sick to plow your land, madam, have mercy ...” the manager said with pity.

- I see. Slackers and idlers in my estate_s grow up ?! How old is he? Sixty and a little, and he is already at peace in the watchman ?! And he happily agreed ?! - Said the young lady, whose lovely, slim, beautiful legs at that moment were completely naked, because the other already slave pulled on them white stockings.

“So Duc, he’s the sick ...” Miron began again.

“I didn’t allow you, cattle, to open your mouth,” the young princess calmly said, like at that moment another courtyard girl scratched her mistress, her hooks embarrassedly hooked on the curls of the young lady hanging down on her naked, fragile, fragrant youthful freshness.

- Ay! - the hostess of the manor cried a little.

Her slave face in an instant became whiter than snow. Fright and doom reflected in her eyes. She perfectly understood what punishment for such awkwardness awaited her. She silently sank to the floor, buried in his forehead, waiting for the master's decision of his fate.

- Miron - again, but the lady has turned much calmer to her gray-haired slave. - how to bury Martha order about this one, you know, the flog will not depart yet. After you go yourself, you’ll go to Antipas in the manor field, and so that I’m kazhen you, a little dawn will zaborit and see to the very dark there with a plow, with a scythe with a harrow with anything. You sit down to rest or leave before dark - you can immediately go to the stableman to get two hundred lashes - stand it - afterwards again in the field, but no - it means that it pleased God. Everything, go, darling, do as I say. Yes, and this parasite and slacker Antipas was put into a pit to plant, for three days without food and water. I need those without need.

- Your will, madam. - with these words, Myron, having dropped his head, having kissed the edge of the maid's shoe, began to fulfill the master's will.

- Finish, fools, toilet.

“Will the mistress be served dinner?” - having entered the bedroom to the young princess, humbly kneeling, the young, well-groomed, dressed in strict English style governess with signs of breed and excellent upbringing asked. It was the daughter of an impoverished landowner, a estate neighbor. During the life of Kirill Petrovich, the father of Princess Irina. The deceased in every way helped the impoverished family of a noble, ancient family. He put a decent content, and his daughter raised as his own. The girls together received a good upbringing and education, until the age of 14, until the very death of the ever-memorable Kirill Petrovich, they actually grew up together. We studied together with teachers from France, played together, dined and even slept in one bedroom. After the death of the priest, the young princess did not want to hear about the freeloaders, offered the girl to clean the stable, and took the former girlfriend to her personal governess. She did not leave them a choice, for the impoverished landowner had pride and for every means received from Kirill Petrovich gave out (although he did not ask for) a debt receipt, hoping that someday he would get rich and be able to pay it off. After the death of the priest, all the receipts were inherited by the young princess Irina, who threatened the unfortunate family with a life-long debt pit if they didn’t work out everything, and the amount, it must be said, was not small. She hired the princess on her own terms, and in order to pay off completely, the unhappy father and daughter needed to work with the princess for at least three decades. My daughter and father came to despair, then the young princess offered them a deal. IOUs - in exchange for the legal transfer from the nobility to the serfs of any family member of an impoverished family. Simply put, a father or daughter must be voluntarily sold into slavery to a young princess in exchange for promissory notes. My father agreed, because he was no longer young, he thought so, but his daughter still had to live and live. The young princess also agreed. The transaction took place.And then the young beauty remembered how the slave she had found, Parfion Semenovich (as he was called when she was friends with her late father) used to arrogantly teach her in her time when she was still ...