The November more and more entered into its rights. Only the first days of the month, but as usual, the region of Moscow was already covered with snow. Albert saw it when he needed for some reason to "climb over" into this area. However, in Siberia, it was the silent and frost to morning till 15-20C degrees. Old Paul said that it is not limit of the possibility of the cold of this countryside and at this time it may be much colder. The cold, which is now, also, it may be in Moscow.
Grey clouds have come. It started to snow. However, it didn't bring a warm. The cold wind penetrated into every crack and hole, as it does in Moscow in February, but when the silence descended, thermometers went more below else. One day while drinking tea Nadya said:
-It would like to ski now. What is a big deal in Siberia? There is almost the same frost near Moscow.
-When it will be -50C, unlikely might say like this.
Yet 40 miles from Moscow in a town Naro-Fominsk there was -54C in the 1940.
-Over there such a cold may be one time in a century. In this area more often.
-I would like to ski too, but I'm afraid, I cannot take skis with me while climbing over space, - Albert joined in the conversation.
-Long things one may hold, hugging them, in this manner they may be taken.
-Why didn't you tell about this before?
-No one of you talked about the skis before. I thought, you missed this fun.
-No, we like to ski with Albert. Also, we have to buy skis for Olesya.
-I know, but we have better to take the ours from home, because we got used to them.
-Take care. Traps may be over there. They had enough time to harm. If something is wrong, immediately go back, - old Paul warned.
Albert accidently forgot and so, in the presence of Nadya, he started climbing over into his apartment in Mytishchi slowly. An awful show appeared in front of her. Seeing husband's entrails who was as if cut into two parts, she loudly screamed. However, Albert only butted there and immediately recoiled away from this "ventlight of the Universe", that's an invisible plane, which may be in any place.
-Nadya! Do not be afraid! - he started to calm her, but at the same time he was coughing violently. - This is an optical effect. When we are passing through another dimension, one can see not only things outside, but also those, which are inside. When I crossed over away quickly, you had not time to notice it. But now I have been butting there slowly and I did right, - he was saying, all the way being interrupted with the cough. - The whole apartment is gassy. Now I am going over there to break windows in my own home. This is stupid, but I see, they don't know how to catch me, so they try everything.
-Wait a little, I'll just return, that's very important, - the old man said and has returned quickly with Albert's "Walter", giving it him, saying:
-Well, be careful, though I am sure their traps aren't deadly. How smells this gas?
-It seems, like a gas in the gas cartridges. In spite they are from FSB, they are fools. Nevertheless, I understand them. They lost you. A drowning one who is catching at a straw not because of silliness.
-I am so afraid for him! - Nadya exclaimed.
-But don't be afraid, - and turning to Albert old Paul added: And you must beware. Look at her, what a beauty worries because of you. Also, she is not only one who needs you. We will have to rescue all our company, maybe I could not do it alone.
-Don't worry. In fact, everything depends on me, so I will be careful. But now I will enter from outside, therefore I have to dress now: over there it is winter and cold too.
Putting on a jacket and allocating his weapons into the pockets, the pistol, the gas cartridges, the axe in his bosom, he disappeared and appeared near Moscow in front of his home building. Finding a few stones, he started to throw them in the glasses of his windows and after breaking them, he headed into the entrance, went upstairs and opened wide his exit door. Soon, the draft had to execute its work. Albert returned in his Siberian shelter. Everybody felt relieved.
-Well, what is there?
-It is really similar to the CS gas. Now I'll ventilate and bring the skis. Regarding Olesya, I'll buy them for her. I know a good sporting store in the outskirts of Sankt-Petersburg, without a chaos and beastly queues, also there is a choice, relatively.
When Albert returned into his already ventilated flat, a swearing he heard from the street, made him pay attention.
-A crazy lives in that flat. He makes experiments, releases the gas so that we have to open the windows in winter. Now he is breaking the windows ant it is good that only in his own apartment.
-In the epoch of the Soviet power, they would show him what's what! That's now they got out of hand! Because of the Yeltsin with his democracy, it takes place like this!
It was ridiculous to hear them, but not interesting. Albert at the first time brought his skis, at the second time Nadya's ones. For Olesya he "flew" in the Sankt-Peterburg and returned with the package. The skis were easily taken with him, providing to hold them pressed to himself and to the axis of symmetry in parallel, vertically. Regretfully, Albert recollected that in the same manner he could take with him the rifle after stunning the enemy sniper on the roof.
Certainly, Olesya was absent at home. Now she has gone for a walk in the taiga nearby. Lately she liked very much to walk in the forest. That took place because of the former forced reclusion, in order to nestle. Since appearing the "lodgers", her sojourn in Paul's house could not provoke suspicions. She well understood before that it was necessary to hide for her own good, but now she possessed the freedom of moving in full and enjoyed with it. Soon she came home from the frost outside, being rubicund and happy.
-They both are tired. Let them stay at home and we go to pave a ski track. There are hunting skis in my shed, I'm going to bring them now.
After saying this, the old man went and returned with the wider skis. Nadezhda didn't want to go into the forest with Paul. She expected for him no bad surprises, being aware that Olesya wears out him at nights. However, she couldn't vouch for the rest people who stay at home, and she was right, but embarrassed to refuse without naming the cause, especially, to speak out her suspicions in presence the benevolent friends. The only thing she said:
-It already begins to darken. Let's ski not long. Let Alik himself will pave a ski track further in future. He is young and strong.
-I am not going to ski long. A mile and a quarter there, a mile and a quarter back, in one hour we are at home.
Soon they came out. Olesya took a first seen book and pretended as if reads it. However, soon she put it back, saying:
-Alik, what if I say, somehow I don't want to read. Are you offended, I have named you Alik, not Albert?
-There is not a big difference. These things are conventions, but we are friends. I'm going to be frank with you, as with a friend. Do you hear, together with Paul at nights, we romp on the bed. I know, you do. He is my type, but this is not enough for me and I cannot force him. I worry for his health. If he dies, I'll die too.
Albert was aware about young girls' inclination to talk nonsense about their own death to attract attention to themselves. He knew how this talking will end and this fact forced his arousal. This instant Olesya was filling his whole inner world. She was being the only who was occupying his thoughts and desires now, but he tried not to overreact.
-One day I overheard, together with Paul, you were talking about the freedom of the moral. Right now I am going to check, either you are free in fact, or just in words.
After saying this, she gradually started to take off whole her clothes. Albert was looking at her with attention, without shame, without looking away.
-Well, am I beautiful? - she asked after has taken off the green tight swimming trunks.
-Do you doubt, yet?
-Wait a little, - she put on them again. - Do they suit me?
-Any clothes suit you in your age.
The swimming trunks were taken off again and put aside.
-Do you know? What if I am going to be looking right in your face, being in such a form? Do you believe I'm able to do?
-Look.
She stared at him, like a boa would stare. It would be funny, but he was not laughing now. He started to look at her nose bridge.
-Looking in my eyes, say, whether you love me?
-I love everyone of you, because every of you in a unique manner expresses the beauty of the Universe, the greatness of the creation and the Creator's glory.
-Now I start doing it from a close distance, - saying this, she came up to him very close and without any shame sat down on his knees, right on his pants. Her figure was like Sveta's one, but the boobs were a bit smaller, but if it is in the darkness, the girls could be mistaken each for the other. However, the faces and colors of the hair were very different. This girl was blond hair, with the plump lips and big and expressive eyes.
-Do you know that I am much aroused because of you?
-I sense it.
-Do you do like this in front of every man?
-No. Only in front of those ones who are free from the prejudice. The rest people do not deserve to see my charms. The notions they live, let them receive according to them. If they affirm as if they "have not a sex", let them live without it. They may think that I am a shy girl. From my point, no matter, neither they, themselves, nor thoughts they think. And what about you? Whether, I'll rape you or you give to me yourself? Who is a male among us? Either you are, or I am?
-I thought you just want only to chat, but if it's not so, then hold on, wench!
-I try to hold!
Albert has taken off all the clothes, even a minute didn't pass. Staring at him, the girl exclaimed joyfully:
-Wow! Sakes alive!
-If alive, then come up to me.
-Oats do not go to the horse.
As soon as Albert moved to her, she began to run from him all over the house, laughing cheerfully.
-What if old Paul returns earlier?
-He will nothing do to you.
-But what he will do for you?
-You will see it.
-Are you afraid of this?
-I am afraid and not afraid at the same time.
Finally, he caught her and hugged, pressing her to himself. With passion, they kissed each other on the lips. He pressed her, just dented her to himself and soon the familiar "Ah! Ah!" sounded. Being lightweight, she was giving herself to him just hanging, being embraced by the strong hands of her lover, as by an anaconda. Quite soon the final "Ah! Ah!" sounded.
They both, exhausted, sat down on the bed, on which prudent Olesya before put a fourfold sheet. During five minutes they were sitting relaxed. Olesya the first interrupted the silent.
-I like every of you in different manners, but the old man yet more. I am agreed that every of you expresses the beauty of the Universe and the Creator's glory in his own manner. However, not only those who are observed are beautiful in a different manner, but also those who look at them, as if they have different eyes. Every of them sees only as if a narrow part of a spectrum. Nobody from contemplating people is able to embrace the whole spectrum, the only God is able to do. Everyone sees only a narrow part of the spectrum. Your eyes don't see the beauty of the old men, especially of those of them who looks great, and you don't see a few things else. Also, my eyes don't see a few things you see. Our spectrums crossing from two sides and form a narrow band, and in this "band" we both find common ground, but outside this "band" things may be appropriate for one and not appropriate for the other. I trust, you are beautiful, but my "eyes" almost are blind to see your beauty. They will see you in full beauty when your hair turn grey and you have wrinkles. So, who is focusing on the only partner, he isn't always being one-woman tree.
-I see, you are a clever girl. Although, this theory is not yours, I know where it's from, but this is a well learned lesson, and you have passed it admirably and you have merited to get the highest mark!
-But I'd give her the lowest mark, for her behavior! - his wife's furious voice sounded. I'll pull out your braids now!
-Nadya, this is my issue, - the old man who arrived with her together interfered. All the same, I'm going to punish her strictly. You are angry to hurt her, but soon you will feel sorry for her and try to stop me. Because of this trick you name it "betrayal", not only you, but also I am at the loss. Hey, beauty! Don't hide. Stay in the same dress you were and come here to answer. Don't try to cover up your interesting areas.
Olesya blushed and started trembling, lowering down her head. Still naked, she has come up to here, being seen by everyone of them, without looking up. At this time Albert already was almost dressed, and nobody hindered him.
-Do you admit you are guilty?
-Yes.
-Are you known what punishment is imposed for this?
-Yes.
-Then bring everything is imposed in such cases.
Olesya came out, naked right into the cold veranda. First time, she brought a long bench from over there; at the second time the exit door has opened and it was sounding a noise of the pouring out water. After this Olesya brought a small washtub covered with a plywood. Nadya already began to guess what is going to occur now. Olesya came out again and brought a few ropes, which were a little thicker than ones to hang up the laundry. Olesya's head still was lowered, the blush on the face still was kept, but Albert, being informed, looking at her with attention, he noticed she is hiding a sly and blissful smile on her face. The old man puts off the plywood, but Nadya didn't wonder, because she has seen things she expected. A lot of well soaked wet birch rods lay in the washtub. Olesya obediently lay down on the bench and enabled to tie her by the feet and hands to the bench. It was seen, her hands trembled.
-Are you done, beauty? - old Paul said. - Let Nadya, give her twenty hot things and the rest she will receive from me.
Nadya took a long rod and without hesitation whistling, she has whipped the rival girl who was caught in her sin. Olesya shut her lips, jerked, but kept silent.
-Wait a little, you will sing now, - through her teeth said the offended wife. And at once the flexible rod rushed with whistle sound through the air three more times. After forth swish the long "ah!" sounded in the same manner as during making love, and the silence was broken. Olesya turned her head to the left, then to the right, it is possible, her body unconsciously sought an exit from a cruel trap, which was incomprehensible for it. Accidentally contacting by her eyes with a rival's dirty look, Olesya pushed her face into the bench again.
-So what? Is it sweet? Soon you will be striped like a zebra. Take else!
After this word, the rod was swishing the air against the general silence, marking its visits with bright strokes from back at the level of the waist to her svelte legs at the level of the knees. The long "Ah" repeated with the exhalation after every swish and while the inhalation, a new sound appeared similar to scream. Bound with ropes, beautiful Olesya's body twitched more and more, but in vain. She was tied reliably. After the twenties swat, the old man has made a sign with his hand to stop.
-It was only introductory chords, my beauty. Now that's me who takes care of you.
Olesya has had a deep sigh and lovingly has taken a look at her new executioner.
-I'm aware that you are beautiful. However, such wenches have better to receive a thrashing more often to become yet more beautiful.
He swang the rod and Olesya pushed her face into the bench again and whole cringed. She knew now the master took a switch in his hand. He whipped her a few times and now a pained moan was sounding instead the erotic "Ah", though the swats weren't stronger.
-Look, Nadya. You were angry, swang high, but it is enough to know a few simple secrets. Your rods fall flatways, but my tip of the rod as if "gets around the corner". I am standing on this side, now go and look from the other one.
Nadezhda came on the other side, and at once saw a difference. She saw her streaks from beginning to end were pink evenly. But the streaks the old man did, were not long ones, paler in the beginning and to the end they became red and finished with a bright red point almost bloody one. In spite of the dialogue interrupted the punishment, Olesya was twisting and turning, gritted her teeth and moaned softly.
-Quit to pretend an actor ahead of time. Imagine how we are going to amuse together! - Saying this the old man diligently and quickly whipped her almost on the same point. Olesya howled. Stopping for a little while, he chose another place and soon five welts joining almost into alone one with a little blood in the ends, were marked there. After two such fives, Olesya shouted like a whipped school girl eleven years old. The old man spanked her, often exchanging the rods without paying attention at her yelling. Then suddenly he stopped.
-Here you have received from Nadya twenty swishes and from me forty ones, now get some rest, then I'll give you forty strokes else.
Immediately Olesya stopped to yell, however, the opposite her face the place on the bench already was wet from tears.
-Listen to me, you old devil, isn't it enough to torture the wench? - Nadya resented.
-Don't interfere, - Albert said. - There is such a cruel love between them.
-My goodness! The Love!
-The love is always right. The love is always beautiful. Just our eyes not enough perfect to examine the given side of love.
-Is it a love?
-Yes. So long as one person isn't destroying himself or another person, this is the love. Did you read about Abelard and Eloise?
-No.
-This is an historical fact, the eleventh century.
-Yes. I'll have to learn it. Lives and learns.
-Let's go into the room, to sit for a while.
Everyone went into the room and sat down on the chairs. Olesya lay on the bench, keeping silent. In about ten minutes all of them came out to her again.
-Well, my love, have you got enough?
-By the way, I need to be thrashed more often, - the victim answered what was unexpectedly from the point of the guests.
-Then let's continue.
Once again the flexible rods started to sing, perkily digging into young Olesya's body. And again the walls of the old house heard the girl's yelling. When this was over, the old man quickly untied her, and Olesya has behaved unexpectedly once more. Immediately she jumped up and fell upon Paul’s neck, exclaiming:
-Thank you for the lesson, my enchanter, my lover, my love!
They were passionately kissing, like everyone in love; he dressed, and she, being whole naked and whipped, she was ready to hang onto him. They really were lovers.
-Do you remember, my love Olesya, - Paul turned to her. - Tomorrow I'll turn ninety fifth anniversary.
-Ah, I'd forgotten at all! I still didn't prepare a gift for you!
-The best my gift is yourself, - old Paul didn't say, but sang, pretending his voice like the famous actor's one from a cartoon.
-We cannot leave it like this, - Nadya surely said who a quarter of an hour ago was ready to fight with the birthday boy.
-I have money. I myself am able to buy anything I need.
-It's not about the money. At least, we symbolically must give something good. I fly in Moscow now, - Albert declared.
Olesya, without any shame, was standing naked and attempted to look as far as possible beyond her back to see the welts. Finally, she had dressed. Albert has dressed to appear outside, came out, in order Olesya don't see this, and disappeared. In a half of an hour he returned with a full bag and wishing a happy birthday, he handed over to old Paul a cassette with the movie "Story of O". Then he pulled from the bag three small cakes, cheese, sausage, Ceylonese tea "Extra" Class.
In a half an hour more, all of them sat at the table, drank tea and watched the movie. The world invented by Pauline Réage, one couldn't name unproblematic, as compared with reality the issues were insignificant ones and only made this romantic story more compelling. The music was composed successfully, it reminded once more that any love is beautiful, even such one not everyone is able to understand.
Old Paul clearly have liked this movie. To see he watched it, it was clear Albert didn't mistake with the gift. In a greater degree, Olesya had liked it, one could see it too. Being motionless and left in full into the story, she felt as if she herself, taking a malicious pleasure, spanks her friendesse Ilotte, as if she happy rides on a boat with Sir Stephen, and that's herself who prepares another friendesse Jaqueline to send her in Roissy.
It was possible to surprise Albert by nothing. In spite he was never experienced to feel a sadomasochistic attraction, he "in theory" understood the characters of the movie and not only tolerated them, but also he mentally approved and welcomed them and placed them above the rest of the people, because they truly followed their own nature.
Nadezhda liked the music. She watched the movie as a fairy tale, without forgetting that the story is invented and it is played by actors. However, when the film was over, suddenly an idea occurred to her that everyone, being now in the same room with her, they aren't actors, but real people from the real life. Nevertheless, what tricks they recently made? As if she had a strange dream and she couldn't logically associate in whole the events of the dream. They lived in peace and suddenly became refugees. They are refugees, but live better than the most rest of the people, Those who had stayed could envy them. Such good old Paul, good and clever, also a believer, who had passed such a school of life and suddenly he turns out as if a malefactor who screws and spanks a girl who is young to be his great-granddaughter. But again suddenly it turns out the same girl would be ready to kill someone who dare to offend her tormentor. Such a simple and friendly girl, suddenly she seduces her husband, even successfully, just she came out for an hour. Things, it would seem impossible to associate together, but they turn out together at the same time. Such things occurred, but it would seem, as if it's impossible they take place. Even the firm laws of physics look like violated. She is thrown into a world, where she can never be guided.
Albert loved her, saved her from enemies, but the same Albert has been cheating her. Usually, in such a case people resent, cool off, divorce, sometimes commit a crime. However, from her point Albert became closer and dearer to her after this. She feels now she loves him more. She swore at Olesya when came in and saw the adultery, But now she sees this was an artificial thing. She resented, because there is a CUSTOM in order to resent in that case. In fact, she understands that Olesya still continues to be her friend and she may feel compassion for her and she was ready to stand for her during punishment. There is not a slightest desire to harm her, even to sulk and take offense at her. Now she began to understand that she cannot sort out not only outside. She cannot sort out even within herself.
-I know your difficulties, - suddenly the old man said, turning to her. From a young age, it was drilled in your head as well as to the other people, how the world works. But all this turned out a myth. Contrariwise, everything you see like a myth, it is the real life. The same life it is, but without masks, without hypocrisy, without embellishing.
-This is the same reason the fellowship consisting of four of us, also yet those of us stayed in Moscow, is unique. Just you are accustomed to the world of dead hypocrites. Now your task is to become accustomed to the world of the livings. Accept it. Live it it for a while. And you will see how much better it is. Because the world you lived, it it a dead one. And now you are meeting the world of the livings, - Albert concluded.
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Grey clouds have come. It started to snow. However, it didn't bring a warm. The cold wind penetrated into every crack and hole, as it does in Moscow in February, but when the silence descended, thermometers went more below else. One day while drinking tea Nadya said:
-It would like to ski now. What is a big deal in Siberia? There is almost the same frost near Moscow.
-When it will be -50C, unlikely might say like this.
Yet 40 miles from Moscow in a town Naro-Fominsk there was -54C in the 1940.
-Over there such a cold may be one time in a century. In this area more often.
-I would like to ski too, but I'm afraid, I cannot take skis with me while climbing over space, - Albert joined in the conversation.
-Long things one may hold, hugging them, in this manner they may be taken.
-Why didn't you tell about this before?
-No one of you talked about the skis before. I thought, you missed this fun.
-No, we like to ski with Albert. Also, we have to buy skis for Olesya.
-I know, but we have better to take the ours from home, because we got used to them.
-Take care. Traps may be over there. They had enough time to harm. If something is wrong, immediately go back, - old Paul warned.
Albert accidently forgot and so, in the presence of Nadya, he started climbing over into his apartment in Mytishchi slowly. An awful show appeared in front of her. Seeing husband's entrails who was as if cut into two parts, she loudly screamed. However, Albert only butted there and immediately recoiled away from this "ventlight of the Universe", that's an invisible plane, which may be in any place.
-Nadya! Do not be afraid! - he started to calm her, but at the same time he was coughing violently. - This is an optical effect. When we are passing through another dimension, one can see not only things outside, but also those, which are inside. When I crossed over away quickly, you had not time to notice it. But now I have been butting there slowly and I did right, - he was saying, all the way being interrupted with the cough. - The whole apartment is gassy. Now I am going over there to break windows in my own home. This is stupid, but I see, they don't know how to catch me, so they try everything.
-Wait a little, I'll just return, that's very important, - the old man said and has returned quickly with Albert's "Walter", giving it him, saying:
-Well, be careful, though I am sure their traps aren't deadly. How smells this gas?
-It seems, like a gas in the gas cartridges. In spite they are from FSB, they are fools. Nevertheless, I understand them. They lost you. A drowning one who is catching at a straw not because of silliness.
-I am so afraid for him! - Nadya exclaimed.
-But don't be afraid, - and turning to Albert old Paul added: And you must beware. Look at her, what a beauty worries because of you. Also, she is not only one who needs you. We will have to rescue all our company, maybe I could not do it alone.
-Don't worry. In fact, everything depends on me, so I will be careful. But now I will enter from outside, therefore I have to dress now: over there it is winter and cold too.
Putting on a jacket and allocating his weapons into the pockets, the pistol, the gas cartridges, the axe in his bosom, he disappeared and appeared near Moscow in front of his home building. Finding a few stones, he started to throw them in the glasses of his windows and after breaking them, he headed into the entrance, went upstairs and opened wide his exit door. Soon, the draft had to execute its work. Albert returned in his Siberian shelter. Everybody felt relieved.
-Well, what is there?
-It is really similar to the CS gas. Now I'll ventilate and bring the skis. Regarding Olesya, I'll buy them for her. I know a good sporting store in the outskirts of Sankt-Petersburg, without a chaos and beastly queues, also there is a choice, relatively.
When Albert returned into his already ventilated flat, a swearing he heard from the street, made him pay attention.
-A crazy lives in that flat. He makes experiments, releases the gas so that we have to open the windows in winter. Now he is breaking the windows ant it is good that only in his own apartment.
-In the epoch of the Soviet power, they would show him what's what! That's now they got out of hand! Because of the Yeltsin with his democracy, it takes place like this!
It was ridiculous to hear them, but not interesting. Albert at the first time brought his skis, at the second time Nadya's ones. For Olesya he "flew" in the Sankt-Peterburg and returned with the package. The skis were easily taken with him, providing to hold them pressed to himself and to the axis of symmetry in parallel, vertically. Regretfully, Albert recollected that in the same manner he could take with him the rifle after stunning the enemy sniper on the roof.
Certainly, Olesya was absent at home. Now she has gone for a walk in the taiga nearby. Lately she liked very much to walk in the forest. That took place because of the former forced reclusion, in order to nestle. Since appearing the "lodgers", her sojourn in Paul's house could not provoke suspicions. She well understood before that it was necessary to hide for her own good, but now she possessed the freedom of moving in full and enjoyed with it. Soon she came home from the frost outside, being rubicund and happy.
-They both are tired. Let them stay at home and we go to pave a ski track. There are hunting skis in my shed, I'm going to bring them now.
After saying this, the old man went and returned with the wider skis. Nadezhda didn't want to go into the forest with Paul. She expected for him no bad surprises, being aware that Olesya wears out him at nights. However, she couldn't vouch for the rest people who stay at home, and she was right, but embarrassed to refuse without naming the cause, especially, to speak out her suspicions in presence the benevolent friends. The only thing she said:
-It already begins to darken. Let's ski not long. Let Alik himself will pave a ski track further in future. He is young and strong.
-I am not going to ski long. A mile and a quarter there, a mile and a quarter back, in one hour we are at home.
Soon they came out. Olesya took a first seen book and pretended as if reads it. However, soon she put it back, saying:
-Alik, what if I say, somehow I don't want to read. Are you offended, I have named you Alik, not Albert?
-There is not a big difference. These things are conventions, but we are friends. I'm going to be frank with you, as with a friend. Do you hear, together with Paul at nights, we romp on the bed. I know, you do. He is my type, but this is not enough for me and I cannot force him. I worry for his health. If he dies, I'll die too.
Albert was aware about young girls' inclination to talk nonsense about their own death to attract attention to themselves. He knew how this talking will end and this fact forced his arousal. This instant Olesya was filling his whole inner world. She was being the only who was occupying his thoughts and desires now, but he tried not to overreact.
-One day I overheard, together with Paul, you were talking about the freedom of the moral. Right now I am going to check, either you are free in fact, or just in words.
After saying this, she gradually started to take off whole her clothes. Albert was looking at her with attention, without shame, without looking away.
-Well, am I beautiful? - she asked after has taken off the green tight swimming trunks.
-Do you doubt, yet?
-Wait a little, - she put on them again. - Do they suit me?
-Any clothes suit you in your age.
The swimming trunks were taken off again and put aside.
-Do you know? What if I am going to be looking right in your face, being in such a form? Do you believe I'm able to do?
-Look.
She stared at him, like a boa would stare. It would be funny, but he was not laughing now. He started to look at her nose bridge.
-Looking in my eyes, say, whether you love me?
-I love everyone of you, because every of you in a unique manner expresses the beauty of the Universe, the greatness of the creation and the Creator's glory.
-Now I start doing it from a close distance, - saying this, she came up to him very close and without any shame sat down on his knees, right on his pants. Her figure was like Sveta's one, but the boobs were a bit smaller, but if it is in the darkness, the girls could be mistaken each for the other. However, the faces and colors of the hair were very different. This girl was blond hair, with the plump lips and big and expressive eyes.
-Do you know that I am much aroused because of you?
-I sense it.
-Do you do like this in front of every man?
-No. Only in front of those ones who are free from the prejudice. The rest people do not deserve to see my charms. The notions they live, let them receive according to them. If they affirm as if they "have not a sex", let them live without it. They may think that I am a shy girl. From my point, no matter, neither they, themselves, nor thoughts they think. And what about you? Whether, I'll rape you or you give to me yourself? Who is a male among us? Either you are, or I am?
-I thought you just want only to chat, but if it's not so, then hold on, wench!
-I try to hold!
Albert has taken off all the clothes, even a minute didn't pass. Staring at him, the girl exclaimed joyfully:
-Wow! Sakes alive!
-If alive, then come up to me.
-Oats do not go to the horse.
As soon as Albert moved to her, she began to run from him all over the house, laughing cheerfully.
-What if old Paul returns earlier?
-He will nothing do to you.
-But what he will do for you?
-You will see it.
-Are you afraid of this?
-I am afraid and not afraid at the same time.
Finally, he caught her and hugged, pressing her to himself. With passion, they kissed each other on the lips. He pressed her, just dented her to himself and soon the familiar "Ah! Ah!" sounded. Being lightweight, she was giving herself to him just hanging, being embraced by the strong hands of her lover, as by an anaconda. Quite soon the final "Ah! Ah!" sounded.
They both, exhausted, sat down on the bed, on which prudent Olesya before put a fourfold sheet. During five minutes they were sitting relaxed. Olesya the first interrupted the silent.
-I like every of you in different manners, but the old man yet more. I am agreed that every of you expresses the beauty of the Universe and the Creator's glory in his own manner. However, not only those who are observed are beautiful in a different manner, but also those who look at them, as if they have different eyes. Every of them sees only as if a narrow part of a spectrum. Nobody from contemplating people is able to embrace the whole spectrum, the only God is able to do. Everyone sees only a narrow part of the spectrum. Your eyes don't see the beauty of the old men, especially of those of them who looks great, and you don't see a few things else. Also, my eyes don't see a few things you see. Our spectrums crossing from two sides and form a narrow band, and in this "band" we both find common ground, but outside this "band" things may be appropriate for one and not appropriate for the other. I trust, you are beautiful, but my "eyes" almost are blind to see your beauty. They will see you in full beauty when your hair turn grey and you have wrinkles. So, who is focusing on the only partner, he isn't always being one-woman tree.
-I see, you are a clever girl. Although, this theory is not yours, I know where it's from, but this is a well learned lesson, and you have passed it admirably and you have merited to get the highest mark!
-But I'd give her the lowest mark, for her behavior! - his wife's furious voice sounded. I'll pull out your braids now!
-Nadya, this is my issue, - the old man who arrived with her together interfered. All the same, I'm going to punish her strictly. You are angry to hurt her, but soon you will feel sorry for her and try to stop me. Because of this trick you name it "betrayal", not only you, but also I am at the loss. Hey, beauty! Don't hide. Stay in the same dress you were and come here to answer. Don't try to cover up your interesting areas.
Olesya blushed and started trembling, lowering down her head. Still naked, she has come up to here, being seen by everyone of them, without looking up. At this time Albert already was almost dressed, and nobody hindered him.
-Do you admit you are guilty?
-Yes.
-Are you known what punishment is imposed for this?
-Yes.
-Then bring everything is imposed in such cases.
Olesya came out, naked right into the cold veranda. First time, she brought a long bench from over there; at the second time the exit door has opened and it was sounding a noise of the pouring out water. After this Olesya brought a small washtub covered with a plywood. Nadya already began to guess what is going to occur now. Olesya came out again and brought a few ropes, which were a little thicker than ones to hang up the laundry. Olesya's head still was lowered, the blush on the face still was kept, but Albert, being informed, looking at her with attention, he noticed she is hiding a sly and blissful smile on her face. The old man puts off the plywood, but Nadya didn't wonder, because she has seen things she expected. A lot of well soaked wet birch rods lay in the washtub. Olesya obediently lay down on the bench and enabled to tie her by the feet and hands to the bench. It was seen, her hands trembled.
-Are you done, beauty? - old Paul said. - Let Nadya, give her twenty hot things and the rest she will receive from me.
Nadya took a long rod and without hesitation whistling, she has whipped the rival girl who was caught in her sin. Olesya shut her lips, jerked, but kept silent.
-Wait a little, you will sing now, - through her teeth said the offended wife. And at once the flexible rod rushed with whistle sound through the air three more times. After forth swish the long "ah!" sounded in the same manner as during making love, and the silence was broken. Olesya turned her head to the left, then to the right, it is possible, her body unconsciously sought an exit from a cruel trap, which was incomprehensible for it. Accidentally contacting by her eyes with a rival's dirty look, Olesya pushed her face into the bench again.
-So what? Is it sweet? Soon you will be striped like a zebra. Take else!
After this word, the rod was swishing the air against the general silence, marking its visits with bright strokes from back at the level of the waist to her svelte legs at the level of the knees. The long "Ah" repeated with the exhalation after every swish and while the inhalation, a new sound appeared similar to scream. Bound with ropes, beautiful Olesya's body twitched more and more, but in vain. She was tied reliably. After the twenties swat, the old man has made a sign with his hand to stop.
-It was only introductory chords, my beauty. Now that's me who takes care of you.
Olesya has had a deep sigh and lovingly has taken a look at her new executioner.
-I'm aware that you are beautiful. However, such wenches have better to receive a thrashing more often to become yet more beautiful.
He swang the rod and Olesya pushed her face into the bench again and whole cringed. She knew now the master took a switch in his hand. He whipped her a few times and now a pained moan was sounding instead the erotic "Ah", though the swats weren't stronger.
-Look, Nadya. You were angry, swang high, but it is enough to know a few simple secrets. Your rods fall flatways, but my tip of the rod as if "gets around the corner". I am standing on this side, now go and look from the other one.
Nadezhda came on the other side, and at once saw a difference. She saw her streaks from beginning to end were pink evenly. But the streaks the old man did, were not long ones, paler in the beginning and to the end they became red and finished with a bright red point almost bloody one. In spite of the dialogue interrupted the punishment, Olesya was twisting and turning, gritted her teeth and moaned softly.
-Quit to pretend an actor ahead of time. Imagine how we are going to amuse together! - Saying this the old man diligently and quickly whipped her almost on the same point. Olesya howled. Stopping for a little while, he chose another place and soon five welts joining almost into alone one with a little blood in the ends, were marked there. After two such fives, Olesya shouted like a whipped school girl eleven years old. The old man spanked her, often exchanging the rods without paying attention at her yelling. Then suddenly he stopped.
-Here you have received from Nadya twenty swishes and from me forty ones, now get some rest, then I'll give you forty strokes else.
Immediately Olesya stopped to yell, however, the opposite her face the place on the bench already was wet from tears.
-Listen to me, you old devil, isn't it enough to torture the wench? - Nadya resented.
-Don't interfere, - Albert said. - There is such a cruel love between them.
-My goodness! The Love!
-The love is always right. The love is always beautiful. Just our eyes not enough perfect to examine the given side of love.
-Is it a love?
-Yes. So long as one person isn't destroying himself or another person, this is the love. Did you read about Abelard and Eloise?
-No.
-This is an historical fact, the eleventh century.
-Yes. I'll have to learn it. Lives and learns.
-Let's go into the room, to sit for a while.
Everyone went into the room and sat down on the chairs. Olesya lay on the bench, keeping silent. In about ten minutes all of them came out to her again.
-Well, my love, have you got enough?
-By the way, I need to be thrashed more often, - the victim answered what was unexpectedly from the point of the guests.
-Then let's continue.
Once again the flexible rods started to sing, perkily digging into young Olesya's body. And again the walls of the old house heard the girl's yelling. When this was over, the old man quickly untied her, and Olesya has behaved unexpectedly once more. Immediately she jumped up and fell upon Paul’s neck, exclaiming:
-Thank you for the lesson, my enchanter, my lover, my love!
They were passionately kissing, like everyone in love; he dressed, and she, being whole naked and whipped, she was ready to hang onto him. They really were lovers.
-Do you remember, my love Olesya, - Paul turned to her. - Tomorrow I'll turn ninety fifth anniversary.
-Ah, I'd forgotten at all! I still didn't prepare a gift for you!
-The best my gift is yourself, - old Paul didn't say, but sang, pretending his voice like the famous actor's one from a cartoon.
-We cannot leave it like this, - Nadya surely said who a quarter of an hour ago was ready to fight with the birthday boy.
-I have money. I myself am able to buy anything I need.
-It's not about the money. At least, we symbolically must give something good. I fly in Moscow now, - Albert declared.
Olesya, without any shame, was standing naked and attempted to look as far as possible beyond her back to see the welts. Finally, she had dressed. Albert has dressed to appear outside, came out, in order Olesya don't see this, and disappeared. In a half of an hour he returned with a full bag and wishing a happy birthday, he handed over to old Paul a cassette with the movie "Story of O". Then he pulled from the bag three small cakes, cheese, sausage, Ceylonese tea "Extra" Class.
In a half an hour more, all of them sat at the table, drank tea and watched the movie. The world invented by Pauline Réage, one couldn't name unproblematic, as compared with reality the issues were insignificant ones and only made this romantic story more compelling. The music was composed successfully, it reminded once more that any love is beautiful, even such one not everyone is able to understand.
Old Paul clearly have liked this movie. To see he watched it, it was clear Albert didn't mistake with the gift. In a greater degree, Olesya had liked it, one could see it too. Being motionless and left in full into the story, she felt as if she herself, taking a malicious pleasure, spanks her friendesse Ilotte, as if she happy rides on a boat with Sir Stephen, and that's herself who prepares another friendesse Jaqueline to send her in Roissy.
It was possible to surprise Albert by nothing. In spite he was never experienced to feel a sadomasochistic attraction, he "in theory" understood the characters of the movie and not only tolerated them, but also he mentally approved and welcomed them and placed them above the rest of the people, because they truly followed their own nature.
Nadezhda liked the music. She watched the movie as a fairy tale, without forgetting that the story is invented and it is played by actors. However, when the film was over, suddenly an idea occurred to her that everyone, being now in the same room with her, they aren't actors, but real people from the real life. Nevertheless, what tricks they recently made? As if she had a strange dream and she couldn't logically associate in whole the events of the dream. They lived in peace and suddenly became refugees. They are refugees, but live better than the most rest of the people, Those who had stayed could envy them. Such good old Paul, good and clever, also a believer, who had passed such a school of life and suddenly he turns out as if a malefactor who screws and spanks a girl who is young to be his great-granddaughter. But again suddenly it turns out the same girl would be ready to kill someone who dare to offend her tormentor. Such a simple and friendly girl, suddenly she seduces her husband, even successfully, just she came out for an hour. Things, it would seem impossible to associate together, but they turn out together at the same time. Such things occurred, but it would seem, as if it's impossible they take place. Even the firm laws of physics look like violated. She is thrown into a world, where she can never be guided.
Albert loved her, saved her from enemies, but the same Albert has been cheating her. Usually, in such a case people resent, cool off, divorce, sometimes commit a crime. However, from her point Albert became closer and dearer to her after this. She feels now she loves him more. She swore at Olesya when came in and saw the adultery, But now she sees this was an artificial thing. She resented, because there is a CUSTOM in order to resent in that case. In fact, she understands that Olesya still continues to be her friend and she may feel compassion for her and she was ready to stand for her during punishment. There is not a slightest desire to harm her, even to sulk and take offense at her. Now she began to understand that she cannot sort out not only outside. She cannot sort out even within herself.
-I know your difficulties, - suddenly the old man said, turning to her. From a young age, it was drilled in your head as well as to the other people, how the world works. But all this turned out a myth. Contrariwise, everything you see like a myth, it is the real life. The same life it is, but without masks, without hypocrisy, without embellishing.
-This is the same reason the fellowship consisting of four of us, also yet those of us stayed in Moscow, is unique. Just you are accustomed to the world of dead hypocrites. Now your task is to become accustomed to the world of the livings. Accept it. Live it it for a while. And you will see how much better it is. Because the world you lived, it it a dead one. And now you are meeting the world of the livings, - Albert concluded.
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