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As the body ran unpleasant coolness. In this position she is very much like the first film monashku of force, scrolling on ventilyatsionnomu box, which moved the soul of executed criminals. But Natasha slept peacefully, podlozhiv hand under the cheek. With bated breath, Sergei with a minute, not the morgue, looking at her, then took a rifle, quickly left the tent. Lit, podsohshuyu cigarette, he prileg near the fire. The fire danced merrily on dried birch wood, playing a bizarre tenyami that seemed alive then, moving up by surrounding Sergei then disappeared over the centuries-old trunks of trees.

Several times he jump up sharply, hard Looking into darkness. It seemed that surrounds perfume curse him. But a bright flash fire once again clocked all the shadows, highlighting Polyana camp, and he calmed down again lozhilsya to the fire. Yes, that was me? From the mind that came down there? That same delusion. In a tent just Natasha - he was a lull. Spirit does not. Yes, and they can not be - but he has not dared leave Polyana. - Rather to the dawn. Several times he checked Natasha, but this time she slept peacefully, not even temperature. So promayavshis almost before dawn, he usnul unnoticed.

Rain, with renewed vigor zabarabanivshy of tents, woke him when he snilsya wonderful dream, he was close to Natasha. The Crimson coals said that he had slept about an hour. Mend the wood, which with catastrophic speed ebb and bulge fire, he went to the river for water. Go to forty meters, but how. Such sentiments Sergey have not experienced in childhood. It appeared that someone should be behind him popyatam. Several times it turns out, but it none. Some new unexplained anxiety, undiscovered waves, chased him all the way.He nagnulsya to water.

As a sudden the sky quickly posvetlelo, naletevshy wind tore the clouds, rain and light verse has not yet vzoshedshego sun highlighted the mountainous landscape. Finally, dawn. Instantly around all became friends. Mature nylon only start from what is presented 3. The full pot in high spirits, Sergei returned to the fire, but never managed to hang on the hook bowler. At the entrance to the tent, their hands covering their charms, notably smuschayas, was Natasha. In consternation Sergei Charter at it, opened his mouth. He lost the gift of speech. Dumb show lasted less than a minute. The first spoke Natasha.

-Where are my things? -In. So. - stammer, Sergey with a rope for some reason it withdrew panties and zalilsya thick paint. That, as well smuschayas took their belongings, not fled in a tent, and directly in front, quickly wore them, forcing Sergei worry. He is past endurance like Pull over to her, not allowing her to hide his magnificent body. But he only stood as a statue, fearing shevelnutsya and not breathing. Ending with clothing, Natalia sat on the beam at a fire. A wind had already managed to disperse the remnants of rare cloud, because of the gore looked helpful sun.

-We sort of familiar? - She continued to talk. - You like Sergei call. I have a lot of times you saw at the institute - skolznula by Sergei fascinating look. Her gentle voice has resulted in a soft sense of Sergei, but opinion. After a moment of doubt left far behind. -Yes! I Sergei. But how are you doing here has? She threw him look surprised. It seemed that she did not understand it. -I do not know. Is it true, as I was here? - Natasha, for a moment to think, remembering the events of the past days. -We met a group. It rained. I am tired of sitting in a tent, and I am Oleg went to pass, there is still growing lights.

We took to the snowfields - it for a minute silence. Sergei felt like returning to her hard memory. -We went on snow edge. Oleg pushed me and shouted flee. Someone big white pursued me. Then. Then I do not remember - Natasha silence. -Lavina - melknulo head Sergei. - That is why the helicopter arrived. For perevalom occurred trouble. Strangely, since the summer of avalanches - a great rarity in our mountains. -What about the rest? -I do not know. -Look, Natasha. You stay here, but I rise to pass. And how are you only able to overcome it? -No! I am not a stay - afraid, she jumped.

-I am with you. I scared one. -Natashenka, honey, it is very difficult. I have a radio set. I will contact only with the guys, know what’s wrong and immediately ago. I am sure they are looking for you, because something great, this avalanche. Yesterday, flew a helicopter. They will look for you until you find. And you can not be found, you’re there. Anyway, I am with you. I am not a stay. I will not burden - her voice shaking. She was afraid to stay one. The sun stood high already, when they broke the halfway point.

Time has passed connection. Movie granny and son hard. Knowing that the mountain did not miss the radio, Sergei was not even trying to communicate. Natasha really is not a burden. Not behind or a step, it was followed by Sergei, and just occasionally he helped her overcome the difficult part. In a small glade, on both sides crowded craggy circus is a small lake. They decided to make a short halt. Next to a narrow isthmus, three hours before the saddle. Palyaschee sun drizzle guys, and Natalia decided to swim in the clear water. Sergei lay on a flat rock at the edge of precipice. With bated breath, he watched as one, as if one had withdrawn jacket and trousers, remaining only in uzenkih panties, plyuhnulas in Crystal water.

As the body of Sergey ran creep, because cold water. After a minute she selected from the water almost came close to Sergei. Nipples acute chest, string up top. Nearly transparent wet cloth is no hiding exciting papilla with clearly differentiated volosikami and easy vpadinka middle. Golden drops of pure water, the perfect maiden body, like a magnet, pulled Sergei. In the eyes of pomutnelo. Distraught left. Did not tolerate force. He handsobvil her hips, lips Pull over to the legs.

Rampant languor instantly covered it. He did not understand what was happening. Without shame and without fear, he kissed her perfectly smooth skin bronzed legs up, all higher and higher. For some time Natasha was indifferent, not attempting to remove him. But soon a wave of excitation, covered Sergei sent and received it. She hands obvila his head, and with the strength Pull over to me. Her body zatryasla fine tremor, escaped the bonds of mouth sweet moan. Not razdvinulis hips, allowing complete freedom of wits with happiness, Sergei.

According to the legs sleep fine cloth, and Sergei drowned in pyshuschey heat, damp depression in the ground. Echo, affecting many of the surrounding rocks, informed the mountains on the first orgasm. They forgot about everything in the world, their only two. He and she said. The real world is far, there at the bottom. And here, only two, at the very edge of precipice. Lips skolznuli on milomu knob, stomach and reached the elastic chest. How nice! Let the endless stretches hour. Their lips have merged. But when he has to undress? What is dream? Sergei was on his knees in one’s birthday.

Natasha prisela to squat, and he went in a flash to it. The world has become bright and colorful. Natasha, pant from zahvativshey faint, strong Pull over to him. In the eyes of pomutnelo. He did not see her happy face. Only stony. Orgazm already at hand. Hot sperm has long been ready to leave. Here’s this, mig. HA! Ha! Ha! - A terrible roar ride over the slope. Anyone Natasha skrivilos in a terrible grimace, she was forcibly pushed him. Heavy Leaden clouds instantly zavolokli all the sky, pelting rain once again hit by a flood Sergei. It is in the night, at the very edge of precipice, but close it, missing alpinistka.

-HA! Ha! Ha! - Multiple echoes vtorilo it. An hour after the avalanche, was found Oleg. He zadohnulsya in snow puchine. Priletevshie evening gornospasateli, ryli zaledenevshem trenches in the snow almost until morning, but were unable to find Natashu. Search postponed at the end of September, in the hope of melting snow. It will be easier to search. In the meantime, left the helicopter and took the body of Oleg. Damned cursed himself again. And the next day, closer to evening, the two groups, silently, breaking the pass, marched through the narrow isthmus and stopped at the lake.

Anton, head of the group, sat on the oblong stone near the cliff and included transmitter. He tried to call Sergei. Yesterday, they just forgot about it, and now he was silent. Unclear anxiety pile on the already exhausted Anton. Maybe this trouble? On the ground, he lifted almost raskisshuyu full pack and shvyrnul her into an abyss. There is a rubbish valyaetsya to taiga trail. But an hour later, also in silence, the group descended into the valley. Even from afar they noticed a lonely tent standing in the clearing near the river, a number almost naked, half man.

He sat on the ground, under the cedar, Pull over to the trunk. Deep sleep partly recover Natasha, but still, it is still very weak. She woke up once heard a speech kids excited and immediately began to cry. A large group of tourists, outstretched on a narrow trail, away from the pass. Fast seized of the hand, light, Natasha went close with Sergei between friends. He was silent all the way. Heavy night he had to go through. Up for another pass, Sergei looked back. Two peaks, such as breast, two mountain ra nges, as the legs bent at the knees, dark wood between them and white cloud over the passes, as the head with a grin on a white face. -Know! I have! You are lucky! Are you a good chappie! Are you next destiny! This, I brought you! Live and be happy - she says, lying down, looking after him. The cloud slowly tayalo, exactly a year.

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