I AM AN HONEST GIRL!

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I AM AN HONEST GIRL!(A Summer Tale in the Spirit of Chick Lit)

Dmitrii Emets

Translated from Russian

by

Jane H. Buckingham

Jane H. Buckingham 2011

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After poor Papa left this fleeting world, I remained without means ofsupport and had to get a job as the governess to the niece of Count P.

The hired carriage brought me to the magnificent country house

belonging to the Count. I approached the entrance door of stained oak, onwhich were the arms of count P a prancing elephant on a blue background and knocked. A tall, svelte, elegant man, on whose handsome brawny facewas a deep, well-concealed suffering, opened the door. I immediatelyrealized that this was Count P himself.

The Count slid his majestic view along me, and a spark of genuineinterest flickered in his beautiful blue eyes. With whom do I have thehonour? he asked in a deep, well-delivered baritone. Mistress Jane Dobkins,your new governess, I leaned my slender figure in a curtsy and bashfullystraightened the velvet skirt on my pretty legs. (By the way, my legs are sofine that I can admire them in the mirror for hours.) I was dressed simply and

tastefully. Poor Mama was a Frenchwoman, and she passed onto me thatinimitable charm over which any man will lose his head (if he has one) in twominutes.

It goes without saying that the Count fell in love with me at first sight. Hegave me everything that his hands came across: flowers, diamonds,silverware, ... But I was adamant, and accepted only the diamonds from allthe gifts. I am an honest girl! I invariably answered in response to all hisdeclarations and straightened the skirt on my pretty legs. His face turnedpale from passion, and he bit his lower lip until it bled.

One evening when I was already in bed and the silk sheets caressed mybody (two pages of detailed description of the body follows), an authoritative

knock sounded at a door, and the Count charged into the room withoutwaiting for an answer. He was in rose-coloured PJ pants, showing his brawnyhairy chest. He was unshaven and his blue eyes were red from tears. I evenstarted to feel a little sorry for him when I realized that all this came from hislove for me.

I love you! And you will be mine! the Count howled in a well-deliveredvoice. I am an honest girl! I proudly said, wrapping myself in the sheet. Butas I did not hasten to do this, he managed all the same to see a pretty whiteleg. Conflicting feelings were reflected in the his face. Be mine! Or I willblow my brains out! he implored. Not for anything in the world! Ianswered.

But here Oh Heavens! the blanket slipped down my fine whiteshoulder. At the very same time, something demonic appeared in the eyes ofCount P. I screamed, jumped from the bed, and rushed into the hallway. Heran after me from room to room and strove to clasp me to his muscular hairychest. Finally, he hugged me so tightly that something in me snapped and Ifainted.

I came to because someone carefully placed a wet towel on my forehead.I opened my eyes and saw Count P. leaning over me. Oh, you're alive! I


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wished to shoot myself in the head, but my pistol misfired. Afterwards Ifound out that it wasn't charged at all, he said and again tried to embraceme. Not for anything in the world! I uttered throatily, in vain struggling tobreak loose of his passionate embrace, I am an honest girl!

Count P burst out laughing demonically. No need to faint! he said a

forlorn voice. I screamed and in a fit of unaccountable passion fell to hischest... I will marry you, he promised, gently patting me on the back. I willmost definitely marry you. At that moment, I realized that I had alwaysloved the Count.

Two days later was our wedding. During the wedding ceremony, itseemed to me that the padre was looking at us somewhat strangely.Probably in love with me too. The poor, poor man! I thought, aware of theirresistibility of my charms.

Our honeymoon was like one continuous dream. But then I suddenlybegan to notice in the eyes of my spouse some incomprehensible

melancholy, which increased with each day. Tell me everything! Oh, I willunderstand everything! I swear, everything! I pleaded once, getting up onmy knees before him and wringing my hands. My spouse sadly turned hisface to me, Darling, I am burdened by an awful secret. I wanted to tell youeverything even before the wedding, but I dared not, he said. The matter isthat I am not whom you take me for. I am not Count P but his butler. Count Pand his niece are resting on the waters in Nice, and left me to look after thehouse.

The sky has fallen into tiny shreds in my eyes. What? You're not theCount? I exclaimed. My spouse's tanned brawny face turned red. He lookeddown. Tomorrow the Count returns to his castle. I have received a

telegram, he said with great effort. Could you not return the diamonds Igave you? I stole them from the Count. Bastard! Cheat a modestdefenceless girl this way! I shouted, as soon as the meaning of his wordsreached me. Goodbye, you miserable! I am leaving you! But don't think I'llreturn the diamonds, you worthless nobody!

Dear reader, if you are a childless, unmarried Count and if for somereason you need a governess, slender, beautiful, and attractive, do notforget me, I beseech you. But remember, gosh darn it, I am an honest girl!!!


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