TH so wished to return, - in space it continued, - I would begin all anew....
The big eyes of the girl, last time having lighted up a room the muffled light of a tea tree just as colour of its pupils, were
closed. Having clung to Gordon's sharp shoulder, it gradually lost energy, trustfully transferring its to one of Many. Gordon has
embraced her for shoulders, the accurate head rolling in fluffy chestnut ringlets, has put to itself on knees, having felt the
gentle aroma of a lavender proceeding from its hair. Its embraces were friendly, nothing meaning, same what would meet any
of its wards after long, exhausting day.
Has well worked, - he would tell and odobrjajushche has smiled.
And then, if the little girl on something was capable, not bad itself and is fine that innocent, defenceless beauty which he
always admired, but never loved, if at it was on that mood, but there were no special reasons, it seized its appetizing body,
graceful forms, but not soul. It left the spoilt, profaned soul of one of Many to it.
It was happy after its confident embraces, skilled caresses, passionate kisses.
It was happy. And it was happy.
Free of charge.
Chapter 11.
Days, - for some reason days, instead of nights for nights came when they closed eyes and their light - fosforichesky, brightly
green and muffled tea - disappeared behind a veil of thoughts, - these days proceeded slowly and extremely boringly. The
darkness around reigned. Grey, lifeless, stagnant darkness from which they hid in the sleep. And in the afternoon they
searched for an exit, searched everywhere, but did not find... And then the despair again covered their souls, and again
Adriana constrained huge effort of will tears, thinking only that Justice will not allow to it to die here, without having met the
Plenty, and Gordon with melancholy recollected those days when it executed the work. It already almost missed behind that
freakish, strange sensation of happiness, satisfaction, and vague pride that this month was better than the others and if and
it is not better, anyway, not worse. In the end of a month through his hands passed tens fine girls and the fresh, crackling
denominations which are meaning for them the whole condition and costing nothing for it.