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.'I would not wish Alexander to go in for intelligence work.It covers too wide a field.It uses people.It is not an admirable profession.Now I must take my boys home.' She walked to the edge of the terrace, clapped her hands.Tigran Dus lit a cigarette.He thought that, for a Ukrainian, Helena Isbinska had nice legs.IIIThe woman sat in a straight chair, her legs crossed, twined round' one another.She was naked, like all the other women, and the thin legs were stretched into lines of muscle and sinew and bone, fading gently into wide thighs, smooth rounded buttocks into which a man could sink his hands.Her skin was a clear, gentle brown, and her red toenails gleamed.Her belly was more wrinkled than it need have been, because of the arch of her back, but the wrinkles were there, losing themselves in the soft down of her groin, the stretch marks of at least one, and perhaps two, large babies.Her breasts were small, but sagged attractively.She cupped her right breast in her left hand, forcing the nipple and surrounding aureole forward, and lipsticked it with sensuous care; the left nipple already glowed to match her toenails.Engrossed as she was, her head was bowed, and Galitsin saw only the top of her hair, brown, parted up the centre, and worn long.It was thin hair, for a Magyar, and flopped on her shoulders and forward across her face; when a strand of it got in the way of the lipstick she shrugged it away with a hint of impatience.' Galitsin ran his fingers into the lawn of his own head.He felt no surprise; he had never doubted he would find her in a brothel.That she still commanded a place in Buda's best was a bonus.He was glad he had come upon her last; he had been startled to discover that none of the girls at Madam Csank's wore clothes when working.'No finesse here,' Rosenblatt had said happily.'You can see right away just what you want, what you can have.'There had been a great deal that a man might want, that a man could have, right away.Rosenblatt had disappeared in a matter of seconds.But Rosenblatt was regular customer.Galitsin was a new boy.Madam Csank had herself taken him by the arm, introduced him to a well-covered, black-haired miss.But he had wanted to wander, to look them all over, drawn by his instincts, as he had been drawn by his instincts for eleven years, as he had worked with great patience for this transfer back to Budapest.She gazed at his boots, raised her head, slowly, looked at his pants for several seconds before reaching his face.Her features were sharper than he remembered them, had taken on a certain confidence; her mouth was still slack, but her eyes had more life.Could it be possible that she enjoyed her work?She smiled, and said, 'Good evening, Comrade Captain,' in Russian.Of course, she would have learned to speak the language.When, he wondered? For how long had she, necessarily, been speaking Russian? 'Good evening.'She looked down at her nipple again, added a last stroke.She was a perfectionist.'Why do you make up your breasts?'She closed the tube.'It is attractive.And sweet-tasting.Do you not like to kiss a girl's breasts?' She got up, stepped in front of him, reached behind her for his hand.Her fingers were dry and firm.He liked the feel of them.He gave her the bottle of vodka.He watched her shoulder blades, moving to and fro as she walked.Her buttocks moved even more attractively.She walked well.She was too poised to earn a living at Madam Csank's.Or perhaps only those who earned their livings at Madam Csank's could walk like that,She opened a door, waited for him to pass her.'I am the oldest of die girls here, Comrade Captain.Did you not know that? I am a veteran.When Madam Csank started, back in 'forty-five, I was her first girl.''Then you will also be the best' He sat on the bed.There was one chair, a dressing table, and a washbasin.'Oh, yes,' she agreed with simple pride.'I am also the most expensive.Did Madam not tell you that, either? Colonels and majors are more in my line.Sometimes even a general.It is over a year since I had a captain.This will cost you a month's pay.' She took two glasses from the dressing-table drawer, opened the bottle of vodka, poured.'Would you like to change your mind?''Is it your business to change my mind?''No.' She drank some vodka, sat beside him on the bed, took his face between her hands, kissed him on the mouth.Her lips parted his, her tongue counted his teeth.'Are you ready now?'‘No,' he lied.She smiled, stroked his cheek, ran her fingers into the meadow.'I am glad.I hate men who are in a hurry, who Want to push it in and then hurry away again.Why do so many men wish to do that, Ivan ?''Perhaps because they are afraid they will not be able to.' He unbuckled his belt 'And I would prefer you to call me Alexander.''Alexander,' she said.'My name is Irena.But they will have told you that' 'I knew your name already.''Then I am famous.Let me do that for you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]