-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс
-
- Любовник леди Чаттерлей
-
- Стр. 191/388
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
He
took
his
hand
away
from
her
breast
,
not
touching
her
.
And
now
she
was
untouched
she
took
an
almost
perverse
satisfaction
in
it
.
She
hated
the
dialect
:
the
thee
and
the
tha
and
the
thysen
.
He
could
get
up
if
he
liked
,
and
stand
there
,
above
her
,
buttoning
down
those
absurd
corduroy
breeches
,
straight
in
front
of
her
.
After
all
,
Michaelis
had
had
the
decency
to
turn
away
.
This
man
was
so
assured
in
himself
he
didn
’
t
know
what
a
clown
other
people
found
him
,
a
half
-
bred
fellow
.
Yet
,
as
he
was
drawing
away
,
to
rise
silently
and
leave
her
,
she
clung
to
him
in
terror
.
’
Don
’
t
!
Don
’
t
go
!
Don
’
t
leave
me
!
Don
’
t
be
cross
with
me
!
Hold
me
!
Hold
me
fast
!
’
she
whispered
in
blind
frenzy
,
not
even
knowing
what
she
said
,
and
clinging
to
him
with
uncanny
force
.
It
was
from
herself
she
wanted
to
be
saved
,
from
her
own
inward
anger
and
resistance
.
Yet
how
powerful
was
that
inward
resistance
that
possessed
her
!
He
took
her
in
his
arms
again
and
drew
her
to
him
,
and
suddenly
she
became
small
in
his
arms
,
small
and
nestling
.
It
was
gone
,
the
resistance
was
gone
,
and
she
began
to
melt
in
a
marvellous
peace
.
And
as
she
melted
small
and
wonderful
in
his
arms
,
she
became
infinitely
desirable
to
him
,
all
his
blood
-
vessels
seemed
to
scald
with
intense
yet
tender
desire
,
for
her
,
for
her
softness
,
for
the
penetrating
beauty
of
her
in
his
arms
,
passing
into
his
blood
.
And
softly
,
with
that
marvellous
swoon
-
like
caress
of
his
hand
in
pure
soft
desire
,
softly
he
stroked
the
silky
slope
of
her
loins
,
down
,
down
between
her
soft
warm
buttocks
,
coming
nearer
and
nearer
to
the
very
quick
of
her
.
And
she
felt
him
like
a
flame
of
desire
,
yet
tender
,
and
she
felt
herself
melting
in
the
flame
.
She
let
herself
go
.
She
felt
his
penis
risen
against
her
with
silent
amazing
force
and
assertion
and
she
let
herself
go
to
him
.
She
yielded
with
a
quiver
that
was
like
death
,
she
went
all
open
to
him
.
And
oh
,
if
he
were
not
tender
to
her
now
,
how
cruel
,
for
she
was
all
open
to
him
and
helpless
!
She
quivered
again
at
the
potent
inexorable
entry
inside
her
,
so
strange
and
terrible
.
It
might
come
with
the
thrust
of
a
sword
in
her
softly
-
opened
body
,
and
that
would
be
death
.
She
clung
in
a
sudden
anguish
of
terror
.
But
it
came
with
a
strange
slow
thrust
of
peace
,
the
dark
thrust
of
peace
and
a
ponderous
,
primordial
tenderness
,
such
as
made
the
world
in
the
beginning
.
And
her
terror
subsided
in
her
breast
,
her
breast
dared
to
be
gone
in
peace
,
she
held
nothing
.
She
dared
to
let
go
everything
,
all
herself
and
be
gone
in
the
flood
.
And
it
seemed
she
was
like
the
sea
,
nothing
but
dark
waves
rising
and
heaving
,
heaving
with
a
great
swell
,
so
that
slowly
her
whole
darkness
was
in
motion
,
and
she
was
Ocean
rolling
its
dark
,
dumb
mass
.
Oh
,
and
far
down
inside
her
the
deeps
parted
and
rolled
asunder
,
in
long
,
fair
-
travelling
billows
,
and
ever
,
at
the
quick
of
her
,
the
depths
parted
and
rolled
asunder
,
from
the
centre
of
soft
plunging
,
as
the
plunger
went
deeper
and
deeper
,
touching
lower
,
and
she
was
deeper
and
deeper
and
deeper
disclosed
,
the
heavier
the
billows
of
her
rolled
away
to
some
shore
,
uncovering
her
,
and
closer
and
closer
plunged
the
palpable
unknown
,
and
further
and
further
rolled
the
waves
of
herself
away
from
herself
leaving
her
,
till
suddenly
,
in
a
soft
,
shuddering
convulsion
,
the
quick
of
all
her
plasm
was
touched
,
she
knew
herself
touched
,
the
consummation
was
upon
her
,
and
she
was
gone
.
She
was
gone
,
she
was
not
,
and
she
was
born
:
a
woman
.
Ah
,
too
lovely
,
too
lovely
!
In
the
ebbing
she
realized
all
the
loveliness
.
Now
all
her
body
clung
with
tender
love
to
the
unknown
man
,
and
blindly
to
the
wilting
penis
,
as
it
so
tenderly
,
frailly
,
unknowingly
withdrew
,
after
the
fierce
thrust
of
its
potency
.
As
it
drew
out
and
left
her
body
,
the
secret
,
sensitive
thing
,
she
gave
an
unconscious
cry
of
pure
loss
,
and
she
tried
to
put
it
back
.
It
had
been
so
perfect
!
And
she
loved
it
so
!
And
only
now
she
became
aware
of
the
small
,
bud
-
like
reticence
and
tenderness
of
the
penis
,
and
a
little
cry
of
wonder
and
poignancy
escaped
her
again
,
her
woman
’
s
heart
crying
out
over
the
tender
frailty
of
that
which
had
been
the
power
.
