Welcome to opdhinc.com opdhinc.com was created: March 14 2013 02:26:06. Today Monday 20 May 2013 10:02:16 For the first time in life it has felt as all being pervozdannost the world surrounding it. Its nostrils have trembled, the head has begun to spin, the space was bent, extended, has moved on Mari from four parties, shining a transparency and getting freshness into depth of soul. However, and Chernonogie have been obviously excited, though for them the similar show was not a rarity. Some of them have tightened salutatory songs, somewhere in a group head has begun to knock a tambourine. Every time, adjoining to greatness of wildlife, Indians showed the respect and a worship for creation Standing-over-all. And in two days she has seen the big herd of bisons. Dark-brown weight it is lazy flew on a picturesque valley, without turning the slightest attention to the people going on the top slopes. Indians have made a halt, and after small meeting of the man have again sat down on horses and have jumped downwards on a mountain track. Has passed not less half an hour before they have reached valleys and have rushed off to herd. Women, old men and children went down on a track slowly, continually constraining the horses to have a look at prompt hunting. White Spirit well saw that bisons moved with amazing ease though were beings very bulky and clumsy. Despite short feet, they rushed so quickly that hunters on horses made up for them, only straining all forces. Over a valley zavis a rumble of thousand hoofs, also that the thunder rattled was similar. Continually any bull stumbled and faded on the earth. When women have gone down in a valley, hunting has already come to the end. The set of black hulks rolled on the dusty earth. Hunters went from a bison to a bison, looking out for the arrows, but did not climb down from horses, waiting arrival of wives and sisters. They have performed the work, now business was behind female hands. Mari has joined Motionless Water and the Woman-tree, watching closely them and repeating their movements. A speckled Hawk, caracoling around, admired the family. It was the excellent hunter, the unsurpassed soldier, the fine husband, the getter. He was proud of itself(himself) and did not hide it. - Well, - Mari has told, having stopped near a dead bison and looking at the husband. Little by little it mastered language of Chernonogih and though its lexicon was still extremely poor, it did not hesitate of the clumsy speech, generously seasoning with its phrases in French. But now she wanted to be explained so that the husband has understood it. - it is very good. You strong, beautiful... The speckled Hawk has smiled. Mari for the first time has wondered, why the person of the Indian first seemed to it almost disgusting, in it there was nothing attractive, but now its lines were for it the most desired. - I am enamoured of you so, - she has enthusiastically added in French, - that I want to be given to you right now, at all in the face of because I feel how in me all primitive force of this earth is in full swing, and I want, that all saw it... It is a pity that you do not understand me... The Indian has interrogatively lifted eyebrows and has spoken something, accompanying, as it was accepted at savages, expressive gestures. - I know, - Mari has nodded, - it is necessary to undress the hulk, it is impossible to distract... * * * The bright autumn sun stood highly, when Mari has gone on the river to fill with water bizony a bubble, and has dumped from itself a dress, at the same time having decided to be rinsed. It has sat down on sand among small stones and has started to splash on itself cold water. The sun tenderly played yellow beams its light skin. Steps to ten from it, disappearing behind foliage casting by gold, motionlessly there was a Single. It has crept imperceptibly, having proceeded for the girl from the camp, and has not given out itself a sound, despite heavy bizonju a skin thrown over shoulders. Almost every day he glanced at the white-skinned wife of the Speckled Hawk, but any more that scathing look with which has awarded it at the first meeting. In his eyes does not remain also a hostility trace, now in them the keen interest of the man in the woman burnt. First the Single has not paid attention to the changed relation to White Spirit, is simple it somehow imperceptibly for itself and for others has ceased to say everywhere that in the white girl the Spirit of Harm has hidden. Then the Single began to watch furtively Mari where it neither was and than nor was engaged. When some days ago it has stealthily followed it to the river, he has suddenly understood that is in the power of female charms. "It has grasped my heart! - he has thought. - I worry, looking at it! I want to look at it constantly! It attracts me to herself!" He was frightened, but could not refuse White Spirit already. He wanted her soul and a body. And here today he again admired the white woman, was tormented with the melancholy which has lodged in heart and not in forces was to take away a look from Mari. When it has lowered a hand in water to rinse hips, the Single has not sustained and softly left shelter. - White Spirit! - he has spoken quietly. She has shuddered and has turned on a voice. The single slowly came nearer. Its hair have been carefully combed, and exactly cut lock densely greased with the bear fat, accurately lay in the middle of a forehead, going down to the nose bridge. Mari has risen. Its sight has stuck to a bunch of hair at the very bottom of its stomach. It was not covered, on the contrary, straightened, proving to be. Its green eyes have stopped on the person of the Single, and he has shuddered. This green sight overturned all at it inside. The dangerous woman. The artful woman. It has approached closely to it and has stopped. She has stretched hands, has cast away edge of a heavy skin in which the Single muffled up, and has touched a stomach of the man. Having slipped more low, White Spirit has groped a hot groin. Bizone the coverlet has loudly fallen down the earth. - I, probably, very dissolute creature, - have spoken it in French and have smiled. The single greedy listened attentively to unfamiliar speech. He has not understood sense of the told words. Then she has added in language of Chernonogih: - A good body, big. I like the big body. - and her hands fast movements have resulted a man's member in alertness. It has drawn Mari to itself(himself), has dropped nostrils to its skin, has greedy inhaled and has tumbled down on dense bizony fur. The young woman with readiness has accepted in itself the powerful Indian, shivering from excitation and a cold... Next day, going behind water, she has seen the Single and has sat down on hunkers as if correcting moccasins. The savage has noticed at once its playful sight and is slow, as though toiling from idleness, has started wandering on a settlement, following it. And again White Spirit has let in itself the Single, enjoying its fervour. - As to me has carried that I have got to you, - she on an ear whispered to it. - in my house I never could receive all it, and I so would like... Seven days they met, and every time the Single withdrew Mari far away from extraneous eyes, and she could not understand, why he wanted to hide. - I thought that you here do not hesitate of anybody... Or I do not understand something? - She has asked through laughter. - why you hasten to leave aside when I go to you? You are afraid of my husband? In vain... Perhaps you do not know, but he too sleeps not only with me. Unless you do not know about it? Really it arrives so contrary to your rules? Perhaps I reveal our family secret? Tell, you have any interdictions? As annoyingly that anybody from you does not know the French language... © ISP