situation in which his/her only daughter concerned and for his/her total impossibility to face her husband and that whole accursed country, by now you/he/she didn't do whether to complain and to despair the spark of the sadness being roused in any futile event of his/her statics day. The dance? What was it the dance for that woman sfiancata from the uselessness anymore that it enveloped him, bent and precociously grown old by the sorrow? Katrine didn't bear them more both, that two extraneous old men that stole only her the air and the vitality with their presence; faithful actors blindly to the part assigned him by the life in the colossal tragedy of their shapeless destinies. She would never have accepted to submit to that diabolic sketch that he was delineating around his/her life, you/he/she would have found the solution to that miserable condition, it was enough for her to tighten the teeth, not to lose heart and to wait for the propitious occasion to save.
A small opening of relief came unexpected really from a decision of that father tyrant that tormented her the existence. To make to square the family budget, considering that by now his/her/their wife you/he/she had strongly limited his/her activity of home tailor because of his/her sudden weakening, his/her daughter he/she sent to collaborate a little far in the domestic matters of a villa of rich land owners their farmhouse. Katrine since the morning would be brought soon there for getting back home to the sunset. From the first instant in which the girl was in that sumptuous abode, its bellows returned to plentifully breathe, its heart seemed not to stammer as before, you/he/she could finally reopen him as a flower, as its nature imposed her.
The house was inhabited at two round and nice masters, him always boldly drunk, her always busy to manage the proceeds of their vast possessions. Three his/her children that composed envied him issue of that squires. The girl was the greatest, daughter of the owner and the preceding wife, dead of birth, then the two boys came, a little younger than her, children of his/her father and the actual landlady, two so similar twins aesthetically how much different for the character. Katrine, under the directives of the elderly ruler of family and his/her owner, it learned soon the assignments to her assigned and it immediately appeared willing and obedient not to risk to displease his/her new employer, risking so to lose that panaceas fallen to svernare the lethargic winter of his/her existence.
As you/he/she could not be otherwise, Katrine immediately tied with the boys of the house. To his/her eyes they immediately were shown nice, perhaps also because of his/her abstinence as it regarded the frequentazione of his/her contemporaries. Probably in whoever you/he/she was introduced ahead her, you/he/she would have found you an I don't know that of interesting. Toward evening his/her brothers used to meet on the terrace of the centenary villa. They brought out the turntable and the great loudspeakers on the balcony and they loaded old disks jazz and Viennese waltz and, on the unbridled swing of the Afro-american ones or on the elegant and velvety ones you toll some three quarters of the European elite, they improvised footsteps of dance inspired by the instinct and by the feeling that more they dragged them in that instant. A beautiful day Katrine, while it was being about to get back home, he/she was irremediably amazed and then attracted by the magic sound coming from the back of the house. Forgetful of the obligation to have to now return home to a date, raced behind that stave of Arianna that would have brought her out of the heavy labyrinth of silence that filled the surrounding country. It realized that it originated from the terrace. It quickly climbed the staircases and he/she remained to mouth open to fix the liberty with which his/her masters' children, in his/her own abode, they made show of that impudichis muscular (this way his/her father defined the dance) itches and they surrendered his/her own emotions with a calm and a simplicity to his/her eyes unheard of. The boys after some the beautiful Katrines noticed on the next to last stair of the marmoreal ramp, spellbound to stare at them. In an instant her, stricken in the intimate from their looks, it immediately did him of a vermilion red and a thin line of stave in the form of drop of sweat it escaped her from the nape to insinuate under his/her dress, crossing him silent the curved harmonicas of the back and disappearing where whoever would be wanted to disappear.
"Hi Katrine, if want to unite you to us, I promise that won't eat you!"
It was Francois to speak, the extrovert of the two twins. Jasmine, the greatest, smiling her, with a leap it seated on the windowsill that marmoreal he/she watched over on the extended pastoral poem of underlying fields. It crossed the legs and feline, regardless that the suit held her discoveries big part of its thighs of milk, it said:
"Then Katrine, you of certain you know how to dance. I perfectly remember me that when we were children we have danced together different times to the parties of country."
Katrine, stunned still by the embarrassment that you/he/she had pervaded her the limbs, you/he/she had not absolutely listened to the voices of the two boys. The only thing to reach through her eyes right-hand the heart, was that natural gesture of Jasmine, and now to have her/it to us of forehead there, free and discovered as not even a child could perhaps afford, she left her/it even more stunned of before.
"Katrine, bushels well? You come, take a seat an instant."
Paul, the most sensitive of the three, softly taken the hand of the girl, it accompanied him to a chair and it handed her a glass of water. Katrine crossed his look and the lukewarm sea that it crossed him/it it gave back to her the conscience and the voice.
"You excuse, it is that I have never seen the music, that is I have never listened to the music, if not to the parties of country, as I have never seen anybody dance out of some recurrence."
Francois, vexed by the fact that his/her more timid and reserved twin had taken in hand the reins of the situation with such a perspicacity, he launched immediately trained for regaining the record that was up to him.
"You know, Katrine, the timid footsteps of dance that you have seen poc'anzi alone son the heating to the pirouettes and the stunts that we usually do after we are heated there and, considering that us three form a couple and half, I don't see badly anything of if starting today you will participate already in our insane relaxation making justice to the couple monca, that I would be me in this case."
Paul looked at Francois of sbieco, hating his awkward hulling that, however, you/he/she had theoretically brought already Katrine among his/her braccias. You bursted to laugh, a hysterical rice, between the joy and the weeping.
"I am not able, if mine father saw me, he would kill me session."
Then Jasmine intervened.
"But your father doesn't live at all from us, and you/he/she would not be him permitted to climb up to here without having been perlomeno announced by our governess."
Saying this, he/she jumped down from the windowsill, it made few footsteps meeting to Katrine, it grabbed her the wrists throwing her/it above from the chair, if it tightened her/it adherent to the body and, a, two, three, departed to the gallop with a raging waltz. The body of Katrine obeyed as for magic to that impulse. Its brain had still been immovable to reason on the possibility that his/her father discovered her/it, but meanwhile its body already abandoned every sort of hesitations to give him bound to the lack of restraint of the provocative Jasmine. The accounts of the impudent Francois him volatilizzarono pushed by the rotear of the skirt of his/her/their sister, and it didn't stay him that muover dances together with his/her brother.
That day Katrine got back home later of the usual one, but when it excused him with the family, alleging the motive for his/her delay to the application of the cook to help her/it in the kitchen for the supper, and that the thing would be repeated for every day to come, his/her parents they didn't beat eyelash, so much they were needy of the money that his/her daughter earned in that house.
This way the beautiful nymph Dumont was conquered that space of his of liberty that by now it deserved him from too much time. The affinity that as soon as wound the four dancers seemed to inebriate the soft air of that sunsets, that made him light during that momen
ts to transmit more softly the sonorous waves of the crowd of tools sent forth by the loudspeakers positioned on the wicker chairs. That terrace, in that breakers, it became a sophisticated ballroom to the presence of the King Alone in person or, sudden, you/he/she could turn into a smoky place in New Orleans, crowded of heavy hands of black performers that recreated the primitive and carnal sonorities jazz-blues. The boys, alone or continually exchanging himself/herself/itself couple, they danced mute, intoxicated by the powerful hits of their hearts in ecstasy. The words were recreated by their gestures in movement how instinctive ripercorrevano the whole dictionary steineriano of the eurhythmics.
One day happened that the beating rain ran over the ground of their ballroom darkening her/it. Katrine, inside the living room, it fixed through the glasses his/her footstep for the liberty, had been contaminating for the envious time that deprived her/it some joy. Francois and Paul entered silent in the room, they positioned the loudspeakers of forehead the great glass door and Jasmine it started making to turn on the turntable an energetic R & B. The twins opened wide the glass door and, dragging himself/herself/itself
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