Chapter 52

On this lonely ferry floating in the sea, the shadow of narcissus leaves drew in the sea. In the silence of the deep night, the whispers of the waves swirled around in his thoughts. In this vast space only his existence and his imagination trembled. She realized how beautiful the night was when the dim light of the stars was helpless before the moon, the sea. Her thick hair, exhausted by the cold wind, was pressed several times under her bare shoulders. However, every now and then she covered the face of the man lying in the back as it flew madly in the wind.

Already, against her wishes, Anna had removed her rigid body from her and left her to the cold winds. However, where was the excitement in these winds to which she had become accustomed, to which she had bound her wrists? Being held by him was life. She felt herself pressed under him. Anna got up by stretching the soft leg placed on this skeletal being. She hung her head back slightly, moving both her arms in the air and starting