Book: The Empress. Page 4

I ordered to build this pavilion to enjoy the sunset without fear of blindness. This is the only time of day when the sky becomes the true mirror of life.

As can be taken by Firefly flying all over the place, if I promised her, motionless and dazzling star?

The memory of it began to resemble an old song: motive still haunted me, but the notes are gradually erased from memory.

From now on I was wrapped in solitude as in a velvet cloak, to devote himself to her.

I was unaware that to remain tense as his bow for a shot, to experience the insatiable soul fever, writhe of vague desires and cramps and stomach - then, simply to fall in love.

For the Loveliest Wife weavers-virgin woven into the fabric colors of the sunset clouds, and the Palace seamstresses cut out the lightest apparel. Embroiderers, vdev in the diamond needle is a ray of sunshine, weaved magical patterns. Charming Wife bathed in water with the spices, viagenie of moonlight, saw the breath of the stars. So delicate and light as a cloud, the goddess could not eat the coarse food of the earth. Bees themselves offered her honey, fruits died, the desire to melt on her tongue. Feeling thirsty, she touched the lips of morning dew taken from the petals of water lilies. If she smiled, the flowers were pale with envy, and the leaves fell from the trees to kiss the toes of her shoes.

The other woman in the eyes water, ice, fire, or stone. Only her eyes are full of fog and haze.

The beauty of the Palace was a screen that hid lies and innocent victims.

Like the moon I will rise from obscurity.

I didn't know what I have to do, being on the Imperial bed. Said like would have to let him undress me. But do I have the spirit to endure the sight, turned to flight the Mongols? And what a pleasure I get when my body touch the hand who beheaded thousands of people?

No, I didn't want any of the privileges nor favors, nor fame. I was indifferent to gold, the pearls, the gorgeous palaces. I needed only one thing: that the Emperor saved me from the slow immersion in the swamp women's world, from the fate that destined me to wither and die in silence. Let it be my freedom, a dazzling star, illuminating my forehead, that perfect creation,

Tried in vain to calm the boil I hope. Adviceline than I ridiculed such transcendental dreams, the more desperate was my desire to win the favor of the one of whom I dream all the ten thousand inmates of the Side yard.

Women around me were moving in a slow dance. The landing head, languid movements... As they resembled snakes, enchanted one a Charmer!

Ten thousand women Side yard is like ten thousand colors, desperately dreaming of spring. Carefully planted in tubs or roughly sown on waste ground, flowers wither from passionate expectations and hopelessness of eternal winter. Cold, fever, headache, upset stomach are able to bring to the grave of a woman whose heart was worn down from disappointments. In the Side yard was not a gray old women. Through the North gate every day carried the dead. Somewhere far away from the fortifications of the Capital, in the cemetery of the Imperial Concubines sleeping teen girls, so nothing seen in my life, and with them - Mature women who know, alas, too many sorrows.