Book: For whom the bell tolls. Page 3

Even if this attack fails, well, another will be successful.

They will see how much I love you, and will understand what to touch me it's like putting your hand in a pot of molten lead.

Because we are constantly moving from place to place because we don't have to linger and to carry retribution, we don't really know what happens then...

Sad thoughts - like mist. The sun rose and they disappeared.

We loved each other in the room where the Windows were hung with curtains of thin wooden slats and the upper frame of the balcony doors swing open on hinges and into the room blowing breeze. We loved each other in this room, where even the day was dark from the lowered curtains and smelled of flowers, because at the bottom was the flower market.

And then their lips met closely-closely, and she lay very close to him, and slowly her lips opened, and suddenly pressed her to him, he felt he had never been so happy, so easily, lovingly, gleefully happy, no thoughts, no anxiety, no fatigue, only a huge pleasure, and he said, My little rabbit. My favorite. My long lovely.

They were lying near, and all that was protected, now left without protection. Where once was rough fabric all was smooth with wonderful smoothness and kruglyashi, and clung and trembled and stretched, long and light, warm and cool, cool outside and warm inside, and tight pressed, and frozen, and tormented by pain, and give joy, a plaintive, young and loving and now everything was warm and smooth and full of aching, sharp, plaintive longing, such longing...

He held her firmly and carefully, feeling the entire length of her young body, and stroking her head, and kissed the salty moisture on her eyes, and when she sobbed, he could feel the flinch under his shirt, her small round Breasts.

You, you, Oh you, my big little pony. You're not that woman like a hot rock. A girl with cropped head, clumsy as soon as that newly-born foal. You will not offend and will not lie, and understand everything. You, Oh you, my good big boy!

... sometimes not to take a risk where necessary to take worse, but still I tried not to interfere with the natural course of events.

Let's blow all the bridges there are here and get out of here. I am sick of this. Too many people. It is good will not result.

Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now that everyone had someone with whom you can talk heart to heart, because courage, bravery, and his loneliness still feel.

- And you remember how it was? - asked Joaquin.
I remember that I was carrying - said Maria. - And you don't remember. I remember the Gypsy because I was dumped. But still thank you, Joaquin, some other times I'll carry you.
- I remember too well, ' said Joaquin. - I remember holding you in my both legs, and the stomach, you lay on my shoulder, and your head hung on my back and my arms hanging out there.
- You have a good memory, ' said Maria and smiled at him. - I remember nothing. Neither thy arms nor thy shoulders nor your back.
And to tell you one thing? - asked Joaquin.
- Well, tell me.
- I was very happy that you are hanging on my back, because I shoot something behind you!

What do you need a fire to cook dinner or burn the whole city?