Character: Vera. Page 2

- How do you like boots?
- Do you like them, I wouldn't wear such boots.
- So good boots, take.

All oklacity, in a knot here, tie, the whole shrinks up like an old torn Shoe and here cards to work, as if the pile gets.

- How could she leave children, Leontiev? She's a mother.
Ha! Mother!.. Mother they had better!

It's shoes that makes a woman a woman.

You're a woman, not a Martinet. Piquant piquant! And playful smile! In General, let men think that you have everything in order. Breathe. More elegant than plastic! And don't kick. You're not a Pacer, but a woman.

- You know, I knew why we broke up with you: we need a baby!
- You want to have a baby?
- Yes! And as soon as possible!
But I can't right now. Until the end of the work another two hours and Kalugina here... I can't leave!

- And I was sent to the accounting Department!
- Yes to you!

The woman should be a riddle! Head slightly raised, eyes slightly lowered, everything here is free, the shoulders thrown back. The gait is free from the hip. Free relaxed plasticity of a Panther before a jump. Men such a woman!

- What is an accordion? Heel?
- The shaft!!!

- So, bad legs, Ludmila prokofievna, it is necessary to hide.
Where?
Under the Maxi!

There is nothing impossible for a person with intelligence!