Cool reading: 10 erotic scenes from the school curriculum
To the beginning of the new school year Wonderzine recalls erotic episodes of literary works from the compulsory school curriculum, which at one time had a great influence on our perception of sexual relations. If you comprehend the science of the passion of affection not at the lessons of literature, but somewhere else, see what you missed.
A.S. Pushkin
"Ruslan and Ludmila"
Khazar king Ratmir, Ruslan's opponent, goes in search of Lyudmila, but does not reach, surrounded by half-naked southern maidens, who invite him to rest from the road, have a snack and take a steam bath. Probably, this passage teaches fifth-graders of dedication and perseverance in achieving the goal. In short, do not lose your head: it is important to remember why you are going on a trip.
In silence, the maiden in front of him Stays motionless, lifeless, Like a hypocritical Diana Before her sweet shepherd; And here she is, leaning on with one knee on the bed of Khan, Having sighed, bows her face to him With languor, with trembling alive, And sleep of the lucky one is interrupted with a passionate and mute hobgobling ...
N.M. Karamzin
"Poor Lisa"
The main thing that an innocent schoolboy learns in literature classes: sex is a dangerous business, it is drowned in the river. The only conclusion that begs here is: sell lilies of the valley - so sell. Do not confuse business and personal life and do not enter into intimate relationships with your own customers.
She threw herself into his arms — and this time the integrity should have perished! Erast felt an extraordinary excitement in her blood - never Lisa seemed so charming to him - never caressed her so much - never her kisses were so ardent - she knew nothing, did not suspect anything, she was not afraid of anything - the darkness of the evening nourished desire - not a single asterisk shone in the sky - no ray could illuminate the delusions. - Erast feels in herself a thrill - Liza also, not knowing why - not knowing what is being done with her ... Ah, Liza, Liza! Where is your guardian angel? Where is your innocence?
I.S. Turgenev
"Fathers and Sons"
29 years old is not the same age as indulgence in the embrace of nihilists. A village, a household, measured life, maps with a neighbor, and textbooks on experimental physics of Gano — these should be the quiet measured life of a woman after 25.
Odintsova extended both hands forward, and Bazarov rested his forehead against the glass of the window. He was choking; his whole body seemed to tremble. But it was not the fluttering of youthful timidity, not the sweet horror of the first confession that took possession of him: it was the passion in him that beat, strong and heavy - a passion that looked like anger and, perhaps, akin to her ... Odintsova became scary and pitiful to him.
“Evgeny Vasilich,” she said, and involuntary tenderness rang in her voice.
He turned round quickly, threw a devouring glance at her - and, grasping both her hands, suddenly drew her to his chest. She did not immediately free herself from his embrace; but a moment later she was already standing far away in the corner and looking from there at Bazarov. He rushed to her ...
“You did not understand me,” she whispered with hasty fright. It seemed that he would take one more step, she would cry out ... Bazarov bit his lips and left.
L.N. Tolstoy
"War and Peace"
When you reread the episode of seduction by Anatoly Kuragin Natasha Rostova, you can not but wonder how the technique of seduction has changed little over two centuries: words, gestures, flirting with tense stuffy pauses and the magic power of under-keeping. But what is even more striking is that these simple tricks, this alluring lie, work clearly, on a click. And again, and again, and again. And at 15, and at 25, and at 30.
Then she remembered that she had asked her father for permission to go to the dressing room to fix the dress, that Helen had gone after her, told her laughing about her brother's love and that in the little sofa room she met Anatole again, that Helen had disappeared somewhere, they were alone, and Anatole, taking her hand, said in a gentle voice: “I cannot go to you, but surely I will never see you?” I am madly in love with you. Surely never? ... - And he, blocking her path, brought his face closer to hers. His brilliant big male eyes were so close to hers that she could see nothing but those eyes. - Natalie ?! - whispered interrogatively his voice, and someone painfully squeezed her hands. - Natalie ?! "I do not understand, I have nothing to say," said her look. Hot lips pressed against hers, and at that very moment she felt free again, and the sound of footsteps and Helen's dress came to the room.
M. Yu. Lermontov
"Hero of our time"
As Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov teaches us, in every story about his own sex life there must be a double row of dots.
The door opened; the little pen grabbed my hand ...
- Nobody saw you? - Vera said in a whisper, clinging to me.
-No one!
- Now do you believe that I love you? Oh, I hesitated for a long time, suffered for a long time ... but you make everything you want out of me.
Her heart was pounding, her hands were cold as ice. The reproaches of jealousy and complaints began, she demanded from me that I confess to her everything, saying that she will resist my betrayal with resignation because she wants only my happiness. I did not quite believe it, but calmed her with oaths, promises, and so on.
- So you will not marry Mary? don't you love her? ... And she thinks ... you know, she is in love with you to madness ... poor thing! ...
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About two o'clock in the morning, I opened the window and, tying two shawls together, went down from the upper balcony to the lower one, sticking to the column.
N.G. Chernyshevsky
"What to do?"
Vera Pavlovna and Dmitry Sergeich slept in separate rooms for several years and met only at breakfast. But here Verochka had a bad dream that she did not love her husband, and the couple reunited in his bedroom. Still, in marriage, there is always the opportunity to revise rules that were invented once.
This morning, Dmitry Sergeyevich does not go to call his wife to drink tea: she is here, clinging to him; She is still sleeping; he looks at her and thinks: "what is it with her, what was she afraid of, where did this dream come from?"
- Stay here, Vera, I will bring tea here; do not get up, my darling, I will give you, you wash your face without getting up.
- Yes, I will not get up, I will lie down, I feel so good here: how clever you are for this, dear, how I loved you. So I washed, now bring tea here; no, first hug me! - And Vera Pavlovna for a long time did not let her husband embrace. - Oh, my dear, how funny I am! how I ran to you! What will Masha think now? No, we will hide it from her that I woke up with you. Bring me here to dress. Caress me, my dear, caress me, I want to love you, I need to love! I will love you as I have not yet!
F. M. Dostoevsky
"Crime and Punishment"
Fyodor Dostoevsky, who is in no way able to change the fact that his heroine is a sex worker, is blocking her in a clever way. In moments of doubt, "am I not a fallen woman?" the author of these lines is finally convinced that the corruption has nevertheless touched it only mechanically.
Of course, he understood that Sonya’s position was an accidental phenomenon in society, although, unfortunately, it was far from being isolated and not exclusive. But this very coincidence, this certain development and her whole previous life might seem to immediately kill her at the first step on this disgusting road. What supported her? Do not corruption? After all, this shame obviously touched her only mechanically; this depravity has not yet penetrated a single drop in her heart: he saw it; she stood before him awake ...
I. A. Bunin
"Sunstroke"
In order to achieve a wonderful effect from the spa romance, Ivan Alekseevich advises stopping him on the most interesting place.
Entered a large, but terribly stuffy room, hotly heated by the sun, with white curtains lowered on the windows and two unburned candles on the mirror, - and as soon as the footman came in and shut the door, the lieutenant rushed to her so impetuously and both of them frantically suffocated in a kiss that many years later recalled this moment: never had anything like this in their whole life either one or the other.
B.L. Pasternak
"Doctor Zhivago"
You should not trust the bachelors, walking with a bulldog along the Petrovsky lines.
She never could have imagined that he was dancing so well. What clever hands he has, how confidently he takes on the waist! But kissing her so she no longer allows anyone. She never could have imagined that so much shamelessness could concentrate in other people's lips when they were pressed against your own for so long.
Throw this nonsense. Once and for all. Do not play the simplets, do not conciliate, do not bluntly dull eyes. It will end badly someday. There is a terrible feature right next to it. Step a step, and immediately you fly into the abyss.
M.A. Sholokhov
"Quiet Don"
From the fate you will not escape. What can I say.
A gray, wrapped figure pulled away from the cart and slowly moved in zigzags toward Gregory. Without reaching two or three steps, stopped. Aksinya. She is. Gregory's heartfelt and fractional doubles; Squatting, he stepped forward, throwing off the floor of the Zipuna, pressed the obedient, glowing heat to him. Her legs were bending under her knees, she was trembling all over, shaking, causing her teeth to shake. With a jerk, Grigory threw her into his arms — a wolf throws a slaughtered sheep at his spine — tangling in the floors of the wide-open zipoon, choking, went.
“Oh, Gris-i-isha ... Gris-shen-ka! ... Father ...”
- Shut up! ...
Bursting out, breathing in the sour wool of the zipune, choking on the bitterness of remorse, Aksinya almost shouted in a low moaning voice:
- Let me go, what now ... I'll go myself!
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