«... I was lying on the bed without undressing, and no matter how I struggled with the slumber, but it was at this very moment that she began to pump me with her languor breath. Following the whisper there was a cautious but persistent knock of fingers on the glass. This was called to me by our old chef Emelian Ivanovich, with whom we persuaded to go at night to catch crayfish meat. I got up and, trying not to make any noise, opened the window. A minute later I found myself on the ground, near Emelian Ivanovich, trembling and trembling and from the excitement excited in me by the impending pleasure..."
Read: On the river