Dunya was brought from the village to the master's town house at once, as she passed eighteen. Her family was large, not rich and her parents were happy to give her daughter “in the service” - with less mouth.

In the master's house, Dunya was dressed - they gave out a pair of shirts from underneath and an old, but still strong dress of one of the lady's daughters. Then they showed a sleeping place - on the beds in a human place and a workplace - in the kitchen, as an assistant to the dishwasher. Agafya, the dishwasher, was an elderly woman and, due to frequent bouts of arthritis, she was not very good at her job. Dunya was assigned to her in order to prepare a young and efficient replacement.

In the first weeks, Dunya was all scared and distracted everyone. The life and life of a manor’s urban house were too different from their plain village everyday life. One warm toilet (especially for the servants!) What it costs! Lunches were set for everyone on a large table in a human one and served each (!) A separate clay bowl. The girl from infancy was accustomed to slurp "shti" from the common pot. And the bread - it was cut into even slices, and so, in bulk, lay on a large tray - take as much as you want ... But no one takes anything extra, does not hide it in the bosom - all fed up are not used to starving regularly!

The first days of Dunya got very tired: Agafya, one or two times, having shown what she had to do, put all the hard work on her, leaving behind only rubbing clean masters' plates and cups. Since she was not used to long standing work, at first her back muscles ached and her calves and feet ached. But gradually she adapted herself and the work ceased to occupy almost all of her time. It is not so easy to wash all the utensils of a large house, where about thirty servants lived three times a day (breakfast, lunch and dinner) together with a barorial family, but with skill it is quite possible.

Neighbor on the beds at the Dunya was Maruska - a broken girl of about twenty. She came here two years before Dunya and now in the evenings she “taught” the girl, telling about local customs and sights. One day she carefully examined the girl from head to toe and suddenly asked:

- Has anyone already molested you?

- Like this?

- Well, fool country! Well, in the corner of you, none of the guys and men are not clamped? For tits and sneakers not squeezed?

- Noo ...

- Strange. You have tits out what healthy! Like an adult woman. Yes, and you poured ass, sticks out like.

- And cho, is that bad?

- No, not bad, just wait, you will often feel, read every day! And others, after all, are too tight before the bruises! Then in the bath all the women of such "lucky women" are considered, but hiss surreptitiously:

“They say they brought young village whores, now no honest courtyard girls will look at them and no one will look ...”

- Yes, I have something to do with it? After all, it is the men who are doing it, but what am I to blame if I could not fight back?

- Yes, they do not care, just to collect gossip ... You would be best to get on Nile - then consider it easy to get off.

- And who is this - Nil?

- This is the valet of the master. He even has his own garret! Truth with one window, but separate! And the bed is soft, almost like a master!

- How do you know that? Did he feel you?

Maruska grinned:

- I felt it, of course ... But not for long - my size is not according to his taste. But he is unlikely to miss you. And the fact that none of the men have yet touched you is also strange ... Yeah, Neil forbade otherwise!

“Can he command?”

- What are you doing? If he doesn’t love anyone, he will go to the stable in a flash - receive a horn. And even back to the village can send!

- And why is it bad?

- You cho, crazy? Yes, after such a life back to the mother with the father in the service, for bread and water? Yes, in the field back to bend from dawn to dawn? Well, I do not!

- So after feeling?

- Well, they feel, sometimes they do worse, but I’d rather tolerate the lap of the men than go back to the village. I decided - to marry the city marry ...

Inspired by such “revelations” of her friend, Dunya anxiously looked around the next day, walking along the long and dim corridors of the “black” half of the manor house. And for good reason. A short, thin man of about thirty-five suddenly turned out from the corner.

- Wait a minute, beautiful! Who are you going to be?

- Du-un ...

- And what are you doing here, Dunya?

- A dishwasher dressed up ...

- And how old are you?

- Nineteenth went ...

- Yeah ... And I, Nil Petrovich, heard about me?

Dunya blushed and barely audibly replied:

- I heard ...

- And what they say?

- Yes, in different ways ...

- Already intimidated girl, balabolki brehlivye. That's what Dunya, do not be afraid of me!

- Yes, I'm not afraid!

“Well, let's check now,” Neal suddenly squeezed the girl against the wall and squeezed her right breast tightly. Dunya screamed in surprise, and abruptly twisting from the "clamp" rushed headlong toward the kitchen.

In the evening, looking at how Dunya often blushes and hides her eyes, Maruska asked:

- Well, what, young girlfriend, did you feel what?

- Feel ...

- Who?

- Nil Petrovich.

- So he did put an eye on you ... Well, and how, I felt for a long time?

- Yes, no, he only had time for a little time, I immediately ran away!

- Yes, you, I can see, the mare unbroken of himself building?

- Yes, not ... Only my mother did not tell the peasants to allow themselves! And she cherished her shag to protect her eyes ...

- Ma-ame-enka! It's easy for her to say - dad's your hairy pussy, I suppose every day threshes! Right?

- Probably...

- Why have you never heard Che? You live in one hut!

- I heard how they puff, and then Mamma moans in pain ...

- You fool country! From pain, of course! It is she who moans from the sweet!

- Like this?

- Here you will contact Neil, you will learn everything. And now he, as you ran away, will not let you out of his claws! He loves such stubborn go around.

And indeed, the next day, waiting for Agafya to go "to the wind" (the old woman suffered from constipation), Nil squeezed Dunya already in the courtroom. The girl suddenly felt strong male hands on both breasts and, turning awkwardly, she almost fell into a large basin with soapy water. However, lustful Nil Petrovich, obviously did not want such a shame on her, and deftly grabbed her arms and set her on her feet.

- Well, Dunya, why are you scared?

- How what, you would be so for Tits, uncle!

- Yeah, only I do not have such big and beautiful breasts like yours!

The girl was covered with thick paint, tears appeared in her eyes.

- Do not be afraid of me Dunya, I want to get along with you kindly! And your breasts are really beautiful, believe me ...

Dunya smiled hard and almost in a whisper said:

- Thank you for the kind word ... uncle.

“Please, it is not difficult to praise beauty.” Just what kind of uncle am I to you? Call me Neal ... Well, if someone is a stranger near - Neil Petrovich. And know Dunya, I will not offend anyone here!

In the evening, without any questioning, the girl briefly told Maruska a conversation with "The Great Nil Petrovich."

- Well, right and said - "I will not give offense"? And I didn’t feel more, so I left? Yes, see the girl you really hooked him with something. And how did you like it?

- Well I do not know. The man seems not old, dressed neatly, the smell from him is some ... masterly.

- Still, he’s like a master to go hunting in the village if he pleases, just like his master. Here is the master of the dikalona.

- What?

- Well, this is the master water such. For the smell of good. You dab a bit there, little by little, then all day long this spirit stands ... It is called an ambre. Yeah, lucky you girlfriend, if he himself ohomutaet you, you can haughty everyone at all.

- And how is it - ohomut?

- It is known how - it will adapt you to please it!

- But mama ...

- Yeah, mamma punished the virgin to take care of, and then the reins vyorot nettle pushes into a little sap Right?

- Yeah ...

- Do not worry, Neal is a cunning man ...