Natalia Patratskaya - Pearly woman. Prose in English

– Pasha, where are we? Bella asked quietly, regaining consciousness.

“You and I are on a wild beach, and I am a real savage,” said Pasha, with vexation and self-loathing. – Adrenaline defeated alcohol.

– What happened with me? We were sunbathing? – Bella babbled.

– Yes, love, we sunbathed. You had a sunstroke. Everything is already fine, “Pasha whispered, not believing in his happiness that Bella was alive.

“Pasha, lie down next to you, I need your strength, I have a strange weakness,” Bella said, experiencing complete weakness, pain, and an unfamiliar feeling for this man.

Pasha went to bed. Bella hugged him, leaned against him with her whole body.

“Pasha, I love you,” she said, merging with him with her whole being, without a single sound thought in her head. She wrapped around him like a real Bella around a strong tree.

The shocked man was silent from complete surprise. Wine from it weathered completely. He kissed her gently. Fully coming to his senses, he rounded his big eyes in surprise and exclaimed:

– Bella, I’m scared of you! Honestly, I’m afraid.

Fear passed in Bella, the spirit of a voluptuous woman moved into her. She did not understand herself. And, like an opened bottle of champagne, she could not extinguish all the beautiful sparks of new feelings that filled her to the brim. Feelings began to spill from the depths of her being. She wanted this first her man. She was exhausted from feeling for him and felt it with every waking cell in her body.

Not long Pasha resisted unexpected happiness after a short misfortune. He responded to the happy bubbles of champagne in the form of the first female feelings. He drank the first love of a woman with undisguised delight. How long the love orgy lasted on the bedspread covering the small pebbles of the wild beach, they did not know, but at some point both stopped. They sat down, got up, got dressed.

A light wind of love blowing from the sea ruffled matted hair. Bella lifted her head: a stork spun over them and soon disappeared, probably flying to its nest on the power line pole.

A white ship appeared on the horizon. No one on it met the couple in love. Alla and Yura were nowhere to be found: they were not on the upper deck, they were not on the lower deck. Nobody was going to search for a couple on the boat.

Bella and Pasha returned to shore. He stopped the car and drove it home, and he went to the boarding house. She washed herself under cold streams of water and went to bed, but could not sleep for a long time. It seemed to her that if Pasha had not cut pearl beads from her neck, then fights and love on a wild beach among the rocks would never have happened. She tried to find the beads, but they seemed to evaporate – they were not anywhere. Then she reached for the peacock feathers, but they, too, recoiled from her.

Bella felt stuffy in the room, although the necklaces did not crush the necklace, but she felt them around her neck, although she couldn’t find them. It became terrible. She looked for the butterfly. The butterfly sat on the peacock’s feathers and swung its little head either from the wind, or it was the living queen of white butterflies. The butterfly nodded to the girl, and she fell asleep, as if she had fallen into the abyss, from which the butterfly flew out…

The morning was playing with sunshine through the curtains. Bella woke up. Alla was not in her place. Pasha woke up, but did not find Jura. Bella and Pasha met on the beach, the touches of their hands became more outspoken, they noticed attentive and judgmental eyes of those around them. The two of them were good, but conscience told me that we should remember about the absent.

– Bella, I will call Ilya and say that there is no Yura and Alla, that they have disappeared from the ship and have not returned yet.

“Call me, love, call me,” Bella said sweetly, slightly embracing the first man’s own body.

Pasha dialed the phone number of the detective on his phone:

– Ilya, Pasha is worried about you, we have Yura and Alla gone.

– Oh, does it bother you all, why is Alla a girl? The guide called me and said that Yura and Alla remained in the Peacock Palace. Today they will come.

“Thank you,” said Pasha, thanking Pasha, and turned to Bella: “Bella, they will definitely come today, they will have a tour with a sequel in the Peacock Palace.”

Now they were lying in the sun with a clear conscience.

– Pasha, and what will happen to us? Bella asked, running her fingers through his hair.

– We get married. I told you about this, – Pasha answered in disbelief.

“And I decided that you were joking,” clinging to Paul with a quivering doe, Bella muttered.

– We will apply for registration of marriage in a week.

– I just have a week left before departure. Oh how good! – exclaimed Bella and stretched out next to Paul in the sand.

– Bella, will we lose the whole week? Not. Come to my room.

They got up, collected things from the sand. Soon went to the boarding house. Pasha went to dinner, brought food for Bella. She ate. They closed the door to the room. Bella behaved much calmer: without much passion, but without too much coldness. With Pasha, things were not going very well with Pasha, but now everything was no better than ever! Pasha and Bella were disturbed by a knock at the door.

– Sony, open up! – the familiar voices of Alla and Yura were heard.

Pasha opened the door.

– Why shout? – Pasha asked, but when he saw a couple, he stopped.

Before him stood Yura and Alla in new outfits.

– Pasha, do not be surprised, – said Alla, – understand, we got into the palace of Peacock. It is not quite a museum, people live in it, but once a week they are allowed to visit them. True, they have harsh laws. The first night of an intact girl is given to a count with the strange name Peacock. Yura gave him to me. And I do not cry. Count Peacock rewarded me with money, and Yura and I bought new things.

Yura stood and was dejectedly silent with an absent look.

“In the morning I was given to Jura under the gaze of Count Pavlin, but I am not crying,” Alla sobbed. – We drank a glass of wine and were very calm, not even indignant. Count Peacock collects only those with whom you can sleep for the first time, and he learned from somewhere that I am a girl. I was met on the beach on the carpet with flowers. Near the path stood stern men with tridents, we could not run away, everything was prepared.

“Everything was according to the tax,” Yura said thoughtfully.

Bella came out of the bedroom and, looking at Alla, said:

– Alla, we go home, we need to rest with you.

– Let’s go home, – Alla responded as an echo. – I think men will not object. Goodbye, boys!

Dear friends exchanged the latest news and impressions that hit their heads, or rather their young bodies.

– Alla, what should I do with Pasha? I remember very well that he hit me on a rocky beach so that I lost my feelings. He told me that I had a sunstroke. I pretend to believe him and imitate passionate love. Actually, I’m afraid of him!!! – breathed out a passionate tirade of words Bella.

– Bella, got you! Keep on portraying love, and I got so angry at Count Pavlin and Yura! I was ready to kill them, but then I depicted complete obedience, even happiness. There is such a guard! I do not know: to revenge or forget everything?

– Alla, smart people told us that we did not go alone, and we went for sea nuts.

– I took the pills on time, because I carried them in my bag with me on the advice of my older friends. But such sadness and longing in the soul! I saw the palace of Peacock, it is ancient from the outside, but inside it is fashionable. And Count Peacock! Oh my God! Cool man.