beauty and strength. Now she responded with a tender glance at the views full of love thrown at her by her husband. He seemed to bloom under her gaze, talking quietly to her.

Ryazanov kissed his wife, warmly embraced his son.

- Look, Leonid, come soon! - Ryazanova said from the car.

- You know, Elena, how I would like to be with you soon! ... Maybe I will break out at the end of July ...

- Come on, Dad! The son shouted.

- I will come, I will come. Bow, Volodya, Nikita ... Your pony is waiting for you! You, Elena, please do not take a chance ... Do not sit on Opal until he leaves ... Who will you go with? With Andrei? Please tell Nikita to write to me ... Well, Christ is with you ... Goodbye! Farewell, Elena, goodbye, Volodya ... Get well, Maria ... Do not shawls, Verochka! ..

Ryazanov waving his hat affably, waved in my direction. The train moved quietly.

Dear, I occasionally approached Elena Alexandrovna, wondering if I could be anything useful to her, but she graciously thanked her and said that she did not need anything. The next day in the evening we went to the station, where we ordered a minibus to go to the village. Elena Alexandrovna was not in the spirit. She fussed and complained of fatigue. It was in vain that she made a remark to Volodya, and, addressing me, said irritably:

- Please, hurry, Roman Antonovich ... How are things there? ... Help, do not stand idle!

I did not respond to her trick ... And what to say? Clearly, she looked at me as a "teacher" who, in her concepts, was almost equal to a servant.

I had to go back mixed with luggage. All the way I was silent and angry.

A charming corner was Ilskoye, where we arrived. A huge mansion stood in a shady garden with numerous extravagant vegetation and exotic flower gardens. The garden stretched toward a small, fast river, rustling over stones ... Behind the river there were fields with blackened rural izba.

The building adjoined the garage and a small stable. The owners kept several riding horses. The house was kept in order and clean. I was taken a beautiful room on the second floor with a balcony to the garden. The classroom was downstairs.

From the next day I started classes with a boy. He was engaged not badly, but was scattered. He looked thoughtfully with big black eyes during the lessons and started when I addressed him with questions. He was gentle with me, but he didn't seem to particularly like me; he never told me what worries his childish head and what he thinks about so much; no ticklish questions asked.

Life in the village flowed monotonously. I got up early and went for a walk, then I drank coffee in my room, then we spent two hours with the boy; the rest of the time was at my complete disposal. Breakfast and dinner at the bell. I went down to breakfast and dinner and soon went upstairs to my laptop. I tried to find their pages in the social. networks, but the profiles were restricted. I was not held down and not constrained. I kept myself aloof by exchanging short phrases with family members.

Elena Alexandrovna in the village seemed even more beautiful than in the city. The blush played on her cheeks, and she, always elegantly dressed, fresh, cheerful, led an active life in the village. In the mornings she talked with the groom Nikita Alekseevich, a clever, roguish peasant, read and sunbathed by the river, and after lunch she organized general walks and skating.

Somehow, milling about the terrain and, intending to refresh myself in the water, I found myself not far from them, resting on the shore, accompanied by the rest of the family and came closer. Looked appeared amazing picture. She was lying on her stomach, without a top, exposing her tender skin to the mercilessly scorching sun. She was wearing only thongs, revealing a gorgeous ass.Juicy and toned, wonderfully widening from a thin, flexible waist and moving into two seductive halves. Occasionally she raised her head, looking around. At that moment she had an unusually proud look and a bare ass. Or maybe, as I began to say to myself: naked and proud ass. “No, it’s better not to watch. But not to watch, too, is impossible. “- I thought. - “We must get out of here. “Having noticed me, she frowned and asked to give her a towel, wrapping herself in it and sitting down on the bedspread. Seeing my miserable attempts to maintain composure, she followed me with a mocking look when I left. Since then, I was not going to appear there, swimming elsewhere.

A week later they went to the sea, to live in five-star hotels. And I, left alone, decided to learn to ride horses, without wasting time. Next to us was a rolling equestrian yard, but having gone there I figured that all the same for me it would be a little expensive. And when I returned, the groom called out to me, and having talked to him, we made a good decision. He told me about the local inhabitants and mores. Volodya was a son from the first wife of Ryazanov. From the second wife, "pedigree filly" children were not. He warned me that Ryazanov was a whimsical woman and was holding her husband in her arms. And then he let me ride our horses for nothing, as long as there are no owners.

After their arrival, everything flowed in the same order.

I was never invited to take part in the afternoon entertainment, and I confess that I was very happy about this, as Ryazanova continued to keep herself with me with gracious dryness and seemed afraid to allow me to become an equal footing with family members. Obviously, I was bullied as a teacher, a poor young man of a completely different circle, who is not in a decent society. All members of the family looked Elena Alexandrovna in the eyes. When she was in the spirit at dinner, everyone joked and laughed merrily; but a little Elena Alexandrovna naggedly pressed her lips, furrowed her brows and shrugged her shoulders - they all quieted down. Her older sister, a middle-aged and sickly woman, was looking uneasily at her, a teenage niece, a brisk schoolgirl, lowered her quick eyes on a plate. Only the stepson did not share the common worship. He was very reserved with his stepmother and, apparently, did not really love her. And she did not show great affection for him, was gentle with him, even, but there was no warm relationship between them ... The general worship that surrounded this lady was, she took something for granted ... Spoiled by attention, she seemed to I could not think that it could be treated differently. At dinner, well served, plentiful and tasty, she occasionally addressed me with two or three phrases, as if wanting to make the teacher happy, and often, without waiting for answers, addressed others without paying the slightest attention to me. Obviously, it offended me, but I didn’t show it and kept myself restrained and modest, without interfering in the conversation and answering with short phrases if I was spoken to.

The first time Ryazanov was cheerful. Every evening I heard from the garden her cheerful laughter and chatter. She rode every day and, returning, sat down at the piano in the evening and sang. She had a pleasant contralt voice, and I often, sitting alone on the balcony, heard her singing. At such evenings, it was wistful for me ... Anger and melancholy approached my heart, and I especially felt how bad it was to be a poor and insignificant person ... I’d look if I was treated as if I were not a modest young man hired as a teacher! Two weeks passed, and Ryazanova became depressed, capricious, and annoyed. It was not for her. At dinner, she found fault with her sister, her niece, scolded the servants, and made remarks to Volodya, not at all embarrassed by my presence. Everyone sat in silence and waited with trepidation when Elena Alexandrovna would calm down. I was amused by this trepidation, especially by Sister Ryazanova, who looked at her younger sister with reverent delight.Once during lunch, when Elena Aleksandrovna was especially capricious, I glanced at her and smiled ... She ... Read more →