Man has always seen his chance in accidents. Abel Bekhshan was an adolescent when he took advantage of the congruences through observation, he drew water from the well when he returned, he forgot to cover it and the water disappeared, they punished him without dinner so that he would teach him a lesson, although he claimed to fulfill the mandate; Little did he trust magic, he ran the errand again but this time he covered it with a board so that it would not escape far, the next day there were more, the board even leaked, the secret was to cover it or it would come out whistling if you untied the paw. Her grandmother was complaining again, the fish rotted the same day she bought it, the venerable woman asked for a small bowl of water to be handed to her. As she turned, she tripped the shelf with her head and the jar of salt fell on the skinny fish.

The old woman Pachalu reacted by decreeing – this time I will sanction myself, I am stupid, without knowing how to give you lessons in gently shaking your movements so that your head does not become nervous from your neck, I will sleep outside one night and one day, if the fish It does not rot, you will be a teacher and everyone will listen to you but you will be a nomad because your spirit is stirred up, if the little fish is fermented you will exist tearfully suffering the terrifying black malaise – he touched the wood of the table twice and went to sit outside.

Huge commitment, not pursuing the idea of seeing her grandmother put up that joke a result of their inexperience, sat in front of the fish dedicating a monologue, you protesting to was in good condition, he measured the temperature, putting a hand on his head and his other hand on his forehead, I review the words of Pachalu, of being a teacher, I visualize would be a lofty future the break away from having to instruct but the antagonistic take to see, he recalled the incident of water, then rescued the remaining salt and put it back the -the salt shaker wise accept contingencies, he recalled – then take the risk salting the rest Haddock, it s got everything s in a wooden box putting the lid, the material used it in many things being malleable and yet strong, He ran to tell her that his destiny was already prepared, he asked permission to wait next to her, sometimes he sighed but she ruminated in warning and sat upright following his example.

He did it to show him that, being healthy, he had inventiveness and could perpetuate himself if he proposed it, the procedure would often be eccentric, the results profitable.

Thanks to the African gold of thorny transfer to Venice made up of one hundred and seventeen islands of mud united to become a thriving commercial center, the cradle of capitalism, lacking refrigerators, sodium chloride is “Il vero fondamento del nostro stato” (the true foundation of our state) being overtaken by the printing press, the books flew out of the steeples and the ingots minted into coins. Not everyone survives the extreme conditions in the Sahara desert, but the death of reckless adventurers can be expected to transport her from Taghaza a salt mine located in the middle of the arid region. Pachalu was in the place and at the precise moment of the public execution, a stinging on her forehead made believe she was crying being the widow of that merchant because she shamelessly cleaned herself with the hem of her trousers, she kept silent or she would end up hanging on the gallows too He went with the flow, the precious cargo and the golden saddlebag inherited from Abel, a street boy who was adopted by the woman as his relative, Puchaterie Ollie du Mont.

The town did know “Cautro Noople Von Khrushchev”, the banker, the royalty of “Monique-Paule de Groyeri d’Oroguer”, and the apothecary “Luis Enrique Alvadajoz Rinopel”, aspiring capitalists, vain ones with turned noses, owners of villas and castles full of priceless relics, whoever dared to compare them were noted in the book of the “weak” on the “Groyeri” side, in the sock notebook on the Alvadajoz side or the “Khrush” notebook of silence, preventing access to brand-new banquets, quirky gifts or denying them privileges.

The competition came with a suggestion, it was common for politicians and intellectuals to visit, as is customary, the pompous will not tell you to buy a relic from the 12th century or look at my new ring, because lacking random flattery is a simple trinket, so they look for another even more eye-catching without skimping on budgets. The honored Duke La Fand liked the decor of the bedrooms, nodding approvingly.

– What is this exactly?

– An egg from Brullergué, a jewel created by Fabio Cesare Brullergué, that he affirms, and I believe I take the merit of his artisans.

– How can I buy a Brullergué egg?

– It’s a unique piece Duque Fand… gives it away – ahead of his petitions- me is impossible, my dear wife loves passionately, it seems to me ugly.

– Yes, he’s dashing. The madam is outside I was informed, send her my best regards.

They arrived at his office with closed curtains lighting the fireplace, which was useless since it was morning, the Duke walked directly to the heat source, looked up and had not hung a portrait of the Sir. Stunned I doubt questioning the lack of artistic presence.

– Here is missing a painting of yours Sir Alvadajoz, needs virility.

He moved away from the elegant design of the bar shaped like a earth globe, he looked at the empty wall feeling the conceit shaken, questioning his tastes.

– You believe?

– Well, you will have your reasons … I think that when your father died about twenty years ago, his painting brought back memories, excuse me greatly if I make a mayor, you kindly receive me and then I come to audit, I have seen the beautiful jewels, sculptures and flowers inside these beautiful walls, femininity dominates it … I met “Heliodorus Josefo Alvadajoz Rinopel del Puente”, great general, vilely and prematurely ambushed … here it was, in the lower left quadrant, the farm … its origins, in the lower right quadrant, in the background , his black steed pierced by a spear, powerful Heliodorus held his helmet and wore his armor, imposing, manly … Excuse me again Sir Alvadajoz, I warn by your muteness I have exceeded.

– On the other hand, he has removed the bandage… What do you advise me?

– My withdrawal is sensible.

– No, I ask you, recommend the best artist you know.

– Abel Ollie du Mont.

– French?

– I glimpse it, take it bare, forget the talk or perhaps if you consult it with your wife it will be consistent because she has also participated in the decoration of the space that is proof of love, we veterans were trained differently. Is a show the time of rebirth, artists, sculptors, university worth as an illustration, you properly Sir Alvadajoz Rinopel, deposing weapons is achieved after the war, a magnificent paradigm.

The self-proclaimed countess “Octavia Aquila Sadat de Alavadajoz Rinopel” was bored with those conversations, she boxed her jewel of an Arab designer, in theory the words of Duke La Fand were looking for entertainment but it would not be precisely based on her belongings, she sent the servant to bring her aromatic tea, asleep she would be serene.

– Call him… Alberto…

– Abel… Abel Ollie du Mont.

– Exactly dear, what is the problem with its origin? The truth is, arms the stage for the Marchioness of “Sarnois” or for the financier “Cautro Noople” please Sir… French, German and? Stop the speech that the palace was almost in ruins and restored by the architect “Fernand Pouillon”, I am ashamed, “Monique-Paule de Groyeri” laughs at that, the servants whisper.

– How about you? You have appointed yourself Duchess and the true nobleman is right, you dominate me by sprinkling femininity, sealing me weak.

The lackeys pretended to clean up when they listened to the study wall. The marimorena was over – go sniff somewhere else or I’ll hang you up in the stable, you insolent! – the duchess’s “Pushkins” were ready to spend the night in the room with the dogs, Dogs of the “Schnauzer” breed, the ten dogs teased him by pulling their socks and sniffing their intimacies, he grabbed the cushions where they lay down and covered his crotch, altering them more, compulsively mounted his leg, the servants sneakily laughed thanks to the holes hiding behind the bizarre decorations, with no alternatives he stayed up all night dedicating himself to work from home.

The gossiping waiter reported the details to his mistress, she felt sorry with soups, many damsels were locked in the towers that kind of submission would never admit it, but as a good woman if the husband is wrong he would have her admit it by dancing to her compass, the others l no sports at encouraging too -there is Madame, the instructor had 1, 2, 3… 1, 2, 3 and… – She danced with the stick of broom feigning falling, the beloved cavalierly came to her rescue.

– I admit my impoliteness princess; the fools are some … some …

– Impolite.

– As is beloved duchess.

– We have called the recommended decorator.

– Unquestionable but certainly if the aforementioned blunders in the hillock of sinecure, we will relegate the services.

– Omnimous… if we are wrong, we will keep the delicacy intact that is highly acclaimed.

He moved slowly through the clothing, clothing that included a kind of protective goggles attached to the mask with a long, beak-shaped nose, goatskin gloves, a huge coat that reached to the ankles, a wide-brimmed hat, he did not wear a shirt. and trousers he wore his cotton robe underneath, nor did he fill the mask with aromatic herbs, he covered his noses with a kerchief washing his hands regularly, in this way Abel presented himself to “Castle Sadat”, he himself did not know the reasons for the invitation, but evoking “Puchaterie Ollie du Mont” and his contagious fortune, he went with the flow.

– Welcome Doctor Puchaterie Ollie du Mont, my respects – I wanted to give him two kisses on the cheek, he stopped him away with the rod that completed the outfit for getting too close, uncomfortable I look to the sides – go ahead doctor, let’s go in… The servants have prepared alone the best.

Upon reaching the corridor, Luis Enrique investigated why he did not remove his mask, Abel pointed out some hairs on his belt – the dogs! … Oh! I see, they are from my wife, I will order them to be sent temporarily to her parents’ house- Du Mont applauded the measure mutely. It didn’t come out until the domestic mammals were off the property.

– Nervous dear…

– Du Mont is a genius longed to know your opinion.

Octavia tried to stifle a laugh in the silence of the library, her lips pursed and her cheeks dimpled and her eyes creased.

– It is a serious subject devoid of grace Octavia, reputation is essential, I am besieged by the nobility.

– Nobody is making fun of you ha, ha, ha; I remembered a joke from Jolio -the butler-

– Let’s see, how did I say?

– Wait, get into character – covering herself with the fan she concentrated – once upon a time a little worm was digging a hole in the green apple it was eating, an eagle pecked at it but it dropped it on a path and an ass swallowed it, do you understand? Ha, ha, ha, ha, great…

– Terrible, forbidden to joke nonsense Jolio.

– Yes, my lord – they called out – my lord Doctor Du Mont awaits you outside.

– Wipe your sweat darling – he waved a handkerchief-

He took it looking in the mirror, smoothing his hair and the Italian slashes of his suit – a kind of bulging sleeve – he stole the laugh exposing he was shaking off his dog hair.

– Come with me if you are so kind… -I point out-

They walked slowly from one room to another, Abel was careful to let go of recklessness, curious about the rarity of the walk, taking care of their steps so as not to collide with any of the pieces on display. For the end I leave the tour to the studio, for many reasons.

– And good?

He came to his senses in not removing the mask remain anonymous and intimidated wait near the exit in a possible attempt to slip away. An adult boy covered himself with curly hair.

– What do you think?

– Can it be light? -At least he talked-

– Ha, ha! home!… the curtains! … -They obeyed, picking up the loaded velvet drape holding it with the golden ribbons.

– Cof! Cof! – He coughed attracting attention- What is Du Mont missing?

– Nothing

– Nothing? Come with me to the chut… come… look towards l or higher ¿ determines a picture up?

Appeased sigh, with which they hired a portraitist…, representing the prestige of the splendid and manifest effigy of the nobility.

– Horse riding? Archer? Would you hunt? Fishing? Ah?

– Eh?

– I speak of…

– Ah! My tastes?

– Their likes.

– Hunting.

– Do you enjoy shooting innocent creatures? I say! I find out for my homework.

– Between us Doctor Du Mont I do it so that my manhood is not questioned, excuse familiarities … I still live in the middle ages, not for me, I speak of people who refuse to change.

On request, I asked to see his development so the portrait would come to life, Octavia Aquila liked the young man, she did not know his age except for sagacity. They dressed in red, the symbol of adventure, and sent the doctor to make a suit. With an inspiring request, Abel forbade hunting animals; his place was replaced by pieces of the very expensive oriental crockery with a double purpose: the carelessness shown to wealth and inspiration.

– Let go! -I missed the target intentionally but when he fell to the ground he broke all of them-

– Bravo Lord Alvadajoz! Excellent! –Cheer Du Mont –

– I didn’t.

– It’s broken and that’s the point, my lord.

– How many points does the game end?

– How many plates are in the box?

– Fifty Lord Alvadajoz – Jolio answered –

– Be silent daring lackey… fifty hand-decorated plates in the Ming dynasty, the Forbidden City, Doctor Du Mont.

– Fifty points.

With painful haste he ordered “Release!” Let go! Perfect aim, those present applauded, impressed by the ease manifested, Octavia hid the amusement under her umbrella. Enough, Abel instructed, plus he would return to his workshop to make progress.

Luis Enrique bit his nails and the consort beat him, smearing garlic on him, causing him to abandon the annoying pastime. He wrote a communication begging for your presence or to send a progress report, to which I reply – the portrait is an exact copy of you, if you feel sad the reflection will look the same, you will be delighted, as a preface I request a nomination-

– Do you know that the Black Death managed to be abolished, the attire you wear being vain?

– Bubonic plague? I know, the body will cover or seek to run.

– Where is your canvas? –Luis Enrique became restless as he ordered the oil paintings-

– Here.

– He’s going to paint me, isn’t he?

More or less … What does posing Sir?

– Arguing the procedure or stop it gets on my nerves.

– You yearn for perpetuity, you want to be interpreted through what is seen, you fear to externalize your representation because the shadow of your most respected father or the most venerated relatives of the infanta haunts you, my lord will be a work of art, it will amaze you, as long as it Take off your attire if you were so kind.

I delighted my eardrums with the symphony of “Amadeus Mozart”, “the little night serenade” played the piano “Marie Marie” “magnify!” Moving the wig to the rhythm I glimpsed in the distance the Spanish gentleman Louis Enrique, I assured myself avoiding confusion, I took the mother-of-pearl handle of the theater binoculars, it looked blurry, I got up serenely to look for the bronze spyglass, I stretched it and pointed, the prudish Louis Enrique was kicking a bird mask doctor in a strong breeze bare his blue-green painted legs. Oops! How would it be?

– Marie stops! Look out, come… Look for that doctor and bring him to me now! Already!

He came in warm, closing himself to show his face, Monique invited him to make himself comfortable offering him aperitifs, Marie Marie commanded to continue playing molto allegro melodies. The shrewd girl gave her best ballet pirouettes first, fourth, fifth position following the rhythmic swaying in the final notes; she placed herself behind the boy and raised the hat with the mask giving a turn, crouched in front of Abel.

– Monique-Paule de Groyeri d’Oroguer –he leaned down giving him a kiss on the lips- I want you to paint my body in the manner of the Hispanic Louis Enrique.

– No.

– I do not accept negatives.

– Me neither, meet my requirements, Marquise Groyeri and I will give you a work that reflects it.

– Why did the apothecary miss you?

– Rule number one without questions.

Enjoying freedoms, free from l to shyness ailing in another c altar of the coin a line is drawn in the memorandum, played to look handkerchiefs in e l garden maze, accumulating garments of identified opponents with their initials, traps facilitate Winning, Abel looked where the Marchioness left hers but kept them, Marie Marie hid them in the center of the labyrinth, Anthony inside the cherub sculpture and he in his jacket. They ran around and disappeared in great uproar, long ago the Marchioness had not had such fun.

– Take out the loot… – Abel won in quantity –

– I have with me the losers M. M. and A. O. – wink – and we forgot the garment.

– You lie Du Mont – he asserted as he rummaged in his jacket – I knew you were spying on me… his locket… it’s exotic, it ‘s a shame they forbid me to know the story… I have won.

– You should not give him victory, a kind reminder, Marchioness, if he loses, any of the challenges the assignment will be canceled.

– Then the emoluments will be canceled.

– I clarify because I enjoy your daring courtesan company.

Scampering around the property were auctioned wearied in the main enclosure, normal, in odious comparison, ornamented in the Byzantine classic sardonic biblical theme on the capitals of living Rinopel, here on the back of inclination Greek, of course, the best creative design It has to be put on the shelf, the maid spends hours cleaning the structure keeping it impeccable at all times given the porous nature of limestone and its ability to absorb stains and collect dirt particles frequently.

– Nina Nina postpones cleaning…  then at, what time I will have my portrait adorning the ledge?

– Plays the piano?

– I don’t know how to touch it.

– Learn, damisela.

He knew his eardrums would burst stimulating migraine attacks, he slipped a few meters away, watching him with the theater binoculars, Monique-Paule wailed -this is very delicate-, she excused herself -you are a lousy instructor Marie Marie-, she placed the very fine nightcap on the sheet music, exhausted – I give up, I give up – learned a basic melody pleasing Doctor Du Mont.

– My lady –the maid called lowering her head as a sign of respect- “Cautro Noople Von Khrushchev” has come to see her –she came out to meet her without waiting for her to enter-

– Dear Von Khrushchev, let’s smell the roses, forbidden the inconvenience Nina Nina.

– Oui mademoiselle.

– Have you improved your skills? They tell me…

– Abel Ollie Du Mont is a wonderful teacher.

– What has he instructed you?

– Lessons in piano, fencing, gymnastics, classical poetry, decorum…

– Is he staying with you?

– Oh! Not exclusively, now he has two students, you have been sent by the angels… he has a vacancy in case you are interested.

– It will cost a vault.

– Not at all, he’s a glorious altruist.

– When would you request a hearing?

– As soon as I return I will give you your address, excuse the emotion. What miracle brings you here?

– I miss their parties.

– And I have yours ha, ha, ha, I’m waiting for a commission, I almost forgot why.

– And the plot?

– Oh! I will reveal it in due time.

Luis Enrique Alvadajoz Rinopel wanted to justify Du Mont’s impetuous departure, Abel revealed his face to the servile ones by buying silences with a handful of florins obtained in one of the cement figures – riches are obtained by the distracted – he continued to stumble in his walk and in His clumsiness found treasures, that reminded him of Pachalu -without knowing how to give you lessons in shaking your movements gently so that your head does not get nervous from your neck- clairvoyance was consummated.

– Doctor Du Mont it is a joy to see you again.

– Thanks sir.

– I would like to know about what was discussed.

– It didn’t hurt me.

– Hey! Regardless of the discrepancy…

– Oh! Follow the new requirements… Nothing embarrassing.

– Voucher!

– Travel to Paris, eat croissants with meals including snacks, sentimental caress Duchess Sadat de Alvadajoz, authorize the stay of your in-laws, and clean the shoes of your entourage every afternoon. I’ll know if I consume it, see you soon Lord Alvadajoz.

Authorizing the immediate visit to Von Khrushchev, he recalled Jolio’s joke – there was once a little worm dug a hole in the green apple that it ate, an eagle pecked at it but dropped it on a road and an ass swallowed it – the apple of envy of Mr. Luis Enrique, son, the sharpness of Groyeri de Oroguer, the opportunist Cautro Noople, the bug embodies it, dominating the end.

– You are commended by Doctor Du Mont.

– You deserve the gallantry.

– Why? The duchess spouts my name in babble.

– The lady is always thinking about shrews – perhaps the prowler’s insistence would bear fruit-

Omitting Von Khrushchev’s learning intentions altogether, Abel Ollie Du Mont said goodbye. From three itineraries they were looking for him, unsuccessfully, the Marchioness gave her arm to twist and invited the suitor to Villa Alvadajoz.

– “Duchess Octavia Aquila Sadat de Alvadajoz Rinopel”, gentleman “Lois Enrique Alvadajoz Rinopel”, I am the Marchioness “Groyeri d ‘Oroguer” with me, gentle “Cautro Noople Von Khrushchev” forgive the interruption in tribute we bring some trifles – wooden bikes- the reason for our visit is to know the whereabouts of doctor “Abel Ollie du Mont”.

Altogether they changed their crematomania or that obsessive desire to accumulate goods, setting aside the profile marked by personal interest and the desire for social and professional recognition. Luis Enrique brought the tray, brought milk, éclair, crepes, crème brûlée; the duchess dressed simply in the robes of the maidens and prepared the table in the courtyard.

– To the particular individual, how do they know of its existence?

– I declare sir, to see you draw by force from your entrance, I wanted him to do the same to me, body makeup, he made himself beg, I demanded to learn to play the piano, new languages, swimming, ride a bicycle, when I got to science, I gave up It grieves me to take advantage of you Von Khrushchev sent it to you with the intention of getting rid of that gavel.

– He promised to deliver a reflection, perhaps at his mercy assure happiness, fulfilled Du Mont, transmit and Marchioness, vitality regretfully admitted the others present equally, I have not seen a doctor.

– Before I felt like a Greek amphora, the outside, beautiful, of formidable value and intricate brushstrokes by hand, a unique piece, inside… hollow, if I learned something from Abel Du Mont it is to bury the rumors on one side You realize that you do it, you free yourself from the other.

– If Abel Du Mont is his true identity, he has merged us, all of us, he can attribute it to the Renaissance period, but when did we say hello to strangers? Never, because of prejudices and viceversa, luxurious banquets and wasteful auctions? They are tired and unproductive, despite the shared reflection… they will perpetuate… it is natural to arouse envy, many, I am afraid, will continue to look flattering.

– Don’t get me wrong Von Khrushchev going out of style is graceful, the excesses and waste may be the twisted ones. I admit l to lucidity Renaissance is propitious.

– I remember the sharpness of Jolio my servant, returning Interdiario, if they wish because the exercise has improved the health of us – it was once a worm dug a hole in apple green eating, an eagle pecked but released on a I walk and a horse swallowed her – Doctor Du Mont is a specialist, so long talking with my husband, stuffing him in his brains, the lineage and the wealth are necessary and temporary, now he is affectionate, homely, we greatly value your gift We will send them to bring a pair by ordering them from Da Vinci so we can all go on a pass or through the field.

– I accept delighted, ha, ha, ha, e se gusanillo jump to the grass before suffering a terrible death.

– It is correct Von Khrushchev, I join the pleasant company… Duke La Fand.

– A pleasure, Duque La Fand… we bring you up to date we are talking about a curly, herculean and friendly young man, he was not an artist or craftsman, he was irregularly covered by the attire of the bubonic plague doctors, however, he promised to create masterpieces of reflection similar to his owner, he has left and no one knows his whereabouts, despite the aforementioned, no one involved is dissatisfied, The Alvadajoz released the heavy burden of raising the semblances, Cautro Noople decentralized the tasks and discovered us soaked in the pleasure of learning and the outdoor activities, it intrigues me. Who recommended Dr. Du Mont Mr. Louis Enrique?

– Duke La Fand.

– Because of me… because of me… because of my great fault… or a portion, unraveling, I was invited four years ago, I saw an egg on the library table, not chicken or animal origin, a designed jewel With that shape, beautifully inlaid, a snake pierced it, Sir Alvadajoz resisted sharing where he acquired it, I contemplated distorting the reference, I clarify at that time the artist was Fabio Cesare Brullergué and that his employees were busy replacing him. I returned the slap of a slap, Sir has or had large vases, linens, paintings, statues, carpets, furniture and too many relics to bring s it up, lacking a portrait of your fireplace, I turned on the focus and let go. At the insistence of knowing about a well-known artist… make up a name or not so much… Ollie Du Mont… they were inquisitors, crawlers who denounced supposed sorcerers and blasphemers, they made a reliable profit, the granddaughter hated them, I forget their name Pulaterie, Melaterie, says the legend, she escaped penniless, walked miles and that same day was forged wealthy by drying the sweat from his brow in the pants of an innocent… flash hook improvise one mortar Abel Ollie Du Mont. I’m glad to hear no one was injured, don’t worry my dear Duchess Sadat de Alvadajoz, find Cesare Brullergué, the goldsmith made 79 Easter eggs, I have eight of them or seven… I give one of them to you Duchess Octavia Aquila, without your exquisite tastes ever we would have met.

– Thank you very much Duque La Fand, you would not have bothered, it is magnificent! A mesh covers it.

– We all had our happy ending ha ha ha ha.

– You know that Doctor Du Mont loved the Duque La Fand dog room.

– Honey – knowing the thirst for revenge – remember they are unpresentable, they have played all night in the mud and I have sent them to my parents’ farm, another day it is appropriate to talk about that, come and see this beauty.

– Oui! Peculiarity goes over well warned tedium to the domestic’s animals, duchess, it not is of more than splurging precautions, keep them under lock and key. One must enjoy its treasures only a man would say otherwise.

After the meeting, the attendees left until a next meeting, Luis Enrique silent, he went to bed early, he was awake because he was the only one who left losing in his opinion.

– I know that you pretend to sleep Luis Enrique or Louis Enrique, ha, ha, ha, I love you and I will love you the rest of my days, my family is your family they have shown it, despite your regrets – he growled covered in his sheet – you are attentive, loving, helpful, polite, respectful, beloved, I notify you that you were already that way before meeting Doctor Du Mont. What did you want to win? You improved a lot, rubbing the cook’s infected calluses was humorous, I admit it, breaking your porcelain collection, painting your body, satisfying my dogs, ha, ha, ha, ha – I shook my mantle annoyingly – calm down my love… calm down… You need to laugh, break the shell of the egg to enjoy the inside… the patting and howling on the bed enchanted me.

– you really accurate that s instigations? -Reserved flip-

– You want to try? I have a couple of novelties and the cold is taciturn…

Groyeri d’ Oroguer was shivering with fear, the howls of wolves were heard and dismissing half the servants sounds beautiful in the mouths of others, a pebble was hitting his window -Who is it at this time? – Trembling, he opened the curtain ajar -Von Khrushchev? -Ow!- I promise to go to church every Sunday – this month of heaven.

– Come up Von Khrushchev… there are wolves outside…

– Good evening Monique. How would it be sensible to go up?

“I don’t have long hair and I hastily dismissed my servant at night.” Already low.

Feeling the darkness, he bent his ankle and jumping little by little he opened the door.

– What’s going on?

“I sprained my ankle.” Von Khrushchev grabbed her in his arms in the middle of the stairs. Monique said she forgot to close the door, mistakenly she thought she would not bear the bustle, in a flash Cautro took her to her room padding the pillows on her back-

– A jerk…

– Oh! Ay!

– It hurts too much?

– It’s happening… thank you…

– I’d better leave, with permission…

– You do not withdraw anything! He gives me a massage…

– How do you give a massage?

– Lie down…

– Dress?

– Take off your shoes and coat without further ado… calm down… What were you doing in these early mornings?

– I go for a walk and I worry not to see her lamp lit, she always turns it off at twelve, a single lady can be a prey, it is not correct –the Marchioness gently caressed her hair-

– I appreciate your concern, you are… you are a tenderness… it was difficult for me to fall asleep with those chilling howls outside… come, approach face down… the massages are varied they can be on the feet, hair, hands, back… rubs Then you put your hands on the neck and give gentle circles… like this… -he relaxed so much that he fell asleep- poof! Shameless!

She snuggled beside conciliating the dream too, was a new sensation, felt d esubicada because the Count Von Khrushchev as he came to call it, did not satisfy your appetite shooting for then be lowered, he, listened, attended her, needed Admonition, not from Marie Marie, she was too free, perhaps, Duchess Sadat de Alvadajoz. In the morning, it was nice breakfast and receive a goodbye kiss on the hand, leg massage, rose pink fresh – cut evening, touch s novelistic.

-I play the campaign at the entrance- Duchess Alvadajoz! Octavia! -he cried- Octavia!

– Do you hear my name?

– Several times last night – I reproach giving him a pinch- Au!

– The Marchioness? Marchioness? -Scream-

– Yes, good afternoon… am I inappropriate?

– Is it afternoon?

I left her waiting in the backyard until she was groomed, presentable with alacrity, they walked a certain distance, the girl’s discomfort was notorious, the older one pointed out the flowers, the arrangements that she planned for the future…

– I need some advice, Duchess…

– One? So be it, just one…

– Ha, ha, ha, there are several, I’m ashamed, I admit…

– It’s about a banker… to love… that’s not embarrassing, dear, ennobles, is feeling more beautiful of the universe moves you to give it outstanding, ironing piles of clothes, preparing dinner without fail, receive a pearl necklace, indecent proposals or capricious bellows, you accept the maximum and the infamous of the benevolent, you repair the cracks moved through invisible forces, that is for the future, your mind already belongs to the count… surrender.

– If they put a grain under a pile of mattresses and I slept on it, I would fail the test…

– They give us too many embryonic girls, I admire their marquise bastion, in perspective the females will follow their archetype, they will look at the nuptials in the manner of a mortal charm, a vain formality, few will follow the story of the princes locked in the castle waiting seated for the kiss the prince charming… Luis was shy, too, his father died when he was six and my parents helped him emerge from what s remains, it is struggling for autonomy, Abel has that nomad biographical sketch, I noticed… one restless and domesticate, ha, ha, ha, ha, uneven and happy…

– I am complacent and Count Von Khrushchev, I do not know…

– Did something happen last night? Excuse me… forget it…

– I want to tell you, yesterday I couldn’t close my eyes because of howls…

– Oh!

– Oh?

– Excuse me, friend, it is not coyote territory, eh! We were Lois Enrique and I, I give a word to lower my tone.

– Wow! Ha ha ha, they gave me an energetic scare… absolved friend, she kept saying, I woke up and he was under my balcony, I ran to meet him and bend my ankle, Cautro took my arms and healed myself, I asked him for a massage and I did not even know about it, I rubbed his firm back and he fell asleep, snuggling next to him… is…

– Something you would like to recap… what are you afraid of? Because it’s not the big bad wolf…

– I do not know…

– To sully it… it created… let go of the past… bury it in a jewelry box… burn it… do you want to marry?

– If you propose, yes… I would accept to give him foam baths and polish the silverware, ha ha ha…

– From time to time, friend, from time to time… will you invite me to the wedding?

– I’ll think about it…

– Ah!

– Just kidding, of course, you will organize the same…

– I will travel to France…

– You postpone it…

– I’ll think about it daughter…

– Ah!

Count Von Khrushchev went to visit her when he saw her return from their pleasant talk, although Monique did not know why he was visibly upset.

– What happens? Why that portrait face?

– I’m afraid I’m the bearer of bad news, that woman with whom you were chatting has always accused you of stealing husbands and once jokingly said if you were approaching her property it would be to win her husband.

– Just kidding?

– I’m afraid it’s serious business.

– So why did you agree to go with me as a truce last time?

– I don’t know; right, now, I was angry to see she acted differently in front of you.

With a jump I take advantage of the fact that Octavia was still walking very happy in the garden, determined to confront her, extremely heated by the criticism of the past.

– Do I invade your property just to know the possibilities of sleeping with that absurd Louis Enrique?

– I hope I’m wrong.

The gentlemen were witnessing the wig pulls and scratch of the ladies dresses, when the forces and offenses were over, they returned to their homes in rags.

– Now what? –Said Luis Enrique on his property and on the other side Monique’s guest, Cautro Noople-

– Everything will be as before, that dirty orphan of the nobility will know what the real concept of lineage is.

– I can’t stand, scrubbing, ironing, cooking and cleaning, thank goodness we fell apart again, and I’m a countess. I imagine, after my death there will be an auction, and that dirty fox will come buying everything, I will not allow it.

– What happens with what Abel Ollie Du Mont taught us? That of the renaissance –said the men-

– Send him to the basement! –The ladies answered-

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