автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері Lady Chatterley's Lover
When it comes ter wants, we want but little. Let's not live for money—'
She softly rubbed her cheek on his belly, and gathered his balls in her hand. The penis stirred softly, with strange life, but did not rise up. The rain beat bruisingly outside.
She softly rubbed her cheek on his belly, and gathered his balls in her hand. The penis stirred softly, with strange life, but did not rise up. The rain beat bruisingly outside.
Then he was pronounced a cure, and could return to life again, with the lower half of his body, from the hips down, paralysed for ever.
‘And what sort of a good time?’ asked Connie, gazing on him still with a sort of amazement, that looked like thrill; and underneath feeling nothing at all.
that sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.
his child's soul was sobbing with gratitude to the woman, and burning to come to her again;
his wife, was then twenty-three years old, and he was twenty-nine
The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.