Part.2
On the way back it seemed harder for her to walk, sweat was rolling from the grinded body, the shirt was sticking to the body, and her eyes were dizzy and couldn't see anything. She did not remember how she reached the intersection of the detour roads, and woke up only when the fellow traveler who caught her called out and grabbed her shoulder.
- You, euphto, a woman, a hole in the hole... huh? - He asked, slylyly squinting at her eyes, - or else, maybe, together in a crackle and rest a little?
Palaga did not hear his words, but it was pleasant to go with him, she looked him in the eye and smiled. His face was young, just covered in fluff, his eyes were burning with ardor and courage. You'd think he hadn't touched a single woman, but you'd think he hadn't given a single woman a passageway.
- Tapericha, I know whose you are," he said, "as he looked closely at his face, "you'd be euphoric, and Corney Budarka's wife would be...so it is... I have been looking for yours since your wedding. You're a nice girl, I'm wondering how I'm gonna dust you. En face is so pretty.
Palaga suspiciously measured him from head to toe and said:
- It's time for the breadwinner to be tibetted than to catch passers-by in the field. They put him in a prison for such a thing.
The guy stopped pitifully and cursed:
- Siobe is more expensive to cost than to break the eyes of a bastard!
Palaga turned around and laughed:
- Do you really think I'm afraid of Tibe?
When she said she felt her breasts pinched again, her eyes blurred. She forgot why she went to church, and at night she jumped out to plunge her head into the water. When the guy took her by the hand, she did not take her hand, but pressed it even tighter against him and walked, throwing her head back like a burnt-out one; the blouse on it unbuttoned, and the handkerchief jumped.
- It must be bad business for my husband's husband," he said. "Do you want me to come to the tieba?
- Come!
The sun was already dropping by sundown, the shadows from the bushes were large, but there was still heat in the air, smelling of a rye.
Palaga knelt down and sat down. She stretched all the way to the ground and tried not to fall down, but grabbed the bush. The guy crawled closer to her, hugged her by the neck.
She was not afraid of anything in her soul, and it did not hurt that something was breaking through in her life; she lay down on the grass and closed her eyes. She felt the guy's hot cheeks sticking to her chest, his slightly bitter lips from tobacco, and when she felt his hard hands, she lifted up and pushed him aside.
When she hit the guy in the face, he was overwhelmed, and using it, she ran to the house, picking up the hem.
The guy fell behind. At the corner, she noticed only one of his flashing cartouches, bent down and snapped into the rye quickly. She pressed herself against the ground and tried not to make a sound. The dawn had already gone out, a month sailed with white horns over the field, and the sky from white turned dark blue, and she sat there and did not want to get up. When the night became very blue, when the stars were already rotten, she raised her head cautiously and looked at the road. The fog smoked, and its freshness smelled like fresh milk. She was afraid to go," the guy seemed to be lurking in rye by the road somewhere and waiting. The sky was lighter, the breeze came up to the clouds and blew away the last lights of the flashing stars; a strip of dawn broke out over the rye, and the wheels creaked somewhere. Waking up in fear, Palaga came out on the path and listened to the squeak of the wheels and went towards them. She asked to be given a ride to the white water. The woman sitting on the front cart stopped the horse and shook her head:
- How could you not be a pajaissi? Night, and you are going to know God to know the Ankeda... There is a lot of elephant on the rust, so you should wait.
- I waited," Palaga replied quietly, "to be here alone from the evening. Everything was rusty, waiting to eat...
- I waited.
When the woman turned to the left under the white water, Palaga got down, thanked her and went to the house. The dew slippers got wet, her toes were cold, but she did not pay attention to it, she was pleased to know that she had overcome her sin. Suddenly, all of a sudden she got cold: the guy was sitting on the porch of her hut and jealous of her, quickly and deftly climbed the mountain. While she woke up, he was by her side and grabbed her hands.
- You're making an euphto," he said, "teasing her teeth," and then burying her? I won't let the tiper go, don't shout - it's mine.
Palaga was standing with her eyes wide open; what was pressing her again began to rise from her heart; and suddenly it spilled over all the veins. She realized from the look of the guy that she was not running away from him.