Mossburg And Sons Model 195

The suit does not Monaco does, but protected from the cold (Part 2)

gray-green eyes of a woman looked out the window dirty green surroundings. The car was closed to air, the dusty curtains and pulled the stove to a thousand, making the air breathable. Maybe that's why, maybe because it was a beautiful day, perhaps because at that point the railroad climbed the hillside and offered a wonderful view (but why you should always find a reason?), The woman opened the window, took a deep breath, put his iron frame arms, elbows pointed to the faded cardigan spring, chest pressed against the cold glass, looking at the marvel. So its gray-green eyes with long lashes, light brown, curly chestnut color of dried, rolled, pointing zigzagged here and there while the train was running. He ran, but not too much, because the climb was challenging. Like two flies in a closed glass jar these balls gray-splashed second unpredictable trajectories, but still enclosed in the folds of the eyelids. These trajectories correspond sudden, as related by a giant, invisible pantograph, so many points, objects, plants, animals observed. Among these things happened at one time a fisherman who was fishing in a stream and the image did not last, like the other, a few seconds as the train and hobbled just as the coach of the gray-eyed woman was enclosed by two lines stretched the key the bridge, making a big puff steam, stopped.

The woman immediately took to understand what was going on, but the controller reassured her by saying that the line was blocked, there was the red. You can understand then how the woman had plenty of time to better observe that fisherman fully dressed and with the scarlet beret.

Without even much effort saw him once in the skilled angler, the great hunter, the famous explorer, in short, the man who live by hunting and fishing and, with this unique activity, can feed a whole family, full of hungry children around. A man like that could afford the children they wanted, and even women ... Who knows how many adventures could tell, how many times had defied the doom, how many times he had brought home the skin by a whisker ...

At that time Hugh entered the creek, took a few steps until the water washes over the edge of the boots, because he wanted to try to get in the pool downstream, but throwing from behind the gengone without being seen. Also taken the initiative to relieve foot, jailed for several hours in those blocks of rubber, were inflated.

the gray-eyed woman almost oriental highlighted cheekbones, this gesture seemed of the utmost audacity, as the one who dared to cross a swollen river. He felt cold to the fisherman and took refuge for a moment inside the compartment, but sitting with my nose stuck to the glass. It embraced sharp elbows and a shudder ran down my spine. At that time he also felt the other to the fisherman, a sort of admiration, it is estimated, envy, love ... (Spots imagine!). Ah

because her husband never went to either fishing or hunting! and now, he had lost his job after the car was invented, it was always locked up at home doing nothing and if it was just coming out to drink or go out of the tavern loafers? Why not touched in the slightest desire to find a new job suited to the new times, the desire to get busy at any way to advance the family, to give a steer to their existence, to seek at least a taste for adventure?

The elongated gray-eyed woman, strong cheekbones and mouth surrounded by thin lips, identified in that fisherman's boots, plunged into the icy water all that was not his man, had never been and never would have become . He saw in him a set of qualities, characteristics, attributes that had always sought a man, and she felt that if the fisherman could carry them, hung like Christmas tree balls, and occasionally shone intermittently, it was enough beat for a moment the gray-green eyes.

shifting gaze the mesh bag with expenditure made at the market square of the clock could not help but think about his children and their insatiable hunger, their desire to live. In them he placed all his remaining hopes, as the years went by recognizing that they were the only promise that life had kept: they were healthy, beautiful, blond like her, in their time reflected his wishes. On the face of her man instead reflected his anger, his fear, his anxiety. And now what to think about what fisherman? He thought for a moment, but did not know what to answer, was troubled, he could not stay with our heads in the passenger car, his memory pureed whirling in the maelstrom of youthful memories: childhood in his grandfather's farm cold, adolescence Professional Institute of the valley alone among so many men, dreams of becoming a secretary, the first sweethearts and the rude awakening with a child in the womb ... Here

suddenly stops his memories, the time to look casually hands long time ruined by a lady, frost and the ground, turn around three times around the finger of faith and start over again with other scenes, other faces, other lamps, but in the same period of time. What he thought was not the woman, but the little girl with gray-green eyes, round cheekbones, the girl who's stuck in conjunction with the breasts (also round and strong), the girl that the whole country looked as we look at a rare beauty, the girl that everyone does not find it difficult to predict a bright future and important to a marriage.

He was starting over in another day of memories when the fisherman there suddenly came to life, she stood up to see better. The fisherman pointed boots firmly in the gravel, legs, pelvis and torso forward slightly bent back, the cane firmly in his hands. This rod is flexed to alternate movements of a few seconds, each time more, in the intervals, the fisherman picked up the thread, the drag of the reel screeched. When it seemed on the verge of breaking, shook violently and then the curve softened water and left a big trout taking a silver wriggling its tail almost on the nose with rapid lashes, but he could not escape finding the air instead of water.

At that while the skin flaky, but stretched to bursting in the spring sun reflected the light like a silver cutlery, the train jerked slowly move. The woman left her ball on the gray-trout fisherman and still vibrant with life as long as not all disappeared behind a green bush, his big hands were attached to the glass and tapered for a longer time ...

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