I had a certain guest once--a real blockhead. He
couldn't make love to me otherwise than ... otherwise than ...
well, let's say it plainly: he pricked me with pins in the breast
... While in Vilno a Polish Catholic priest used to come to me. He
would dress me all in white, compel me to powder myself, lay me
down on the bed. He'd light three candles near me. And then, when
I seemed to him altogether like a dead woman, he'd throw himself
upon me."
Little White Manka suddenly exclaimed:
"It's the truth you're telling, Jennka! I had a certain old
bugger, too. He made me pretend all the time that I was an
innocent girl, so's I'd cry and scream. But, Jennechka, though
you're the smartest one of us, yet I'll bet you won't guess who he
was ..."
"The warden of a prison?"
"A fire chief."
Suddenly Katie burst into laughter in her bass:
"Well, now, I had a certain teacher. He taught some kind of
arithmetic, I disremember which. He always made me believe, that I
was the man, and he the woman, and that I should do it to him ...
by force ... And what a fool! Just imagine, girls, he'd yell all
the time: 'I'm your woman! I'm all yours! Take me! Take me!'"
"Loony!" said the blue-eyed, spry Verka in a positive and
unexpectedly contralto voice: "Loony.
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