Tags: style button image, free icons 24x24, stonehenge image, famous men images, annon image - The lord does not like spring wine? At you such kind, as though you not on a holiday. The voice was silent, but I heard it distinctly, despite noise. I have slowly turned a head and have seen that that sat near to me and spoke in my language. At it were dark both a skin and hair. Even in comparison with my sunburn, it seemed absolutely black. But I have been assured that colour of its skin is not connected with sun and wind influence. It, should be, high growth as I had to look at it from below upwards. They too were brown colour, that colour of dark amber which so is appreciated among my fellow tribesmen. But its direct eyebrows were black, as a resin. It kept as if has got used to order, rule. That amber which to me managed to be considered through a fog, has appeared a cloak which now when she has put to me a hand on a palm, it has cast away back. Under a cloak there was a dress of colour of the ripened grain. The dress fitted a body with a magnificent bust, but a slender waist. Between its full breasts was based amber it. The chain supporting it, has been made of alternating beads of black and yellow amber. The charm had the form of an ear with the grain, twisted with a grapevine. Its hair have been collected on a head by a crown and they were kept not by gold pins and jewels as at the majority of other women, and a thin gold hoop with an amber slice it is necessary a forehead too made in the form of an ear. I have been shaken, I could not respond it at all, could not find words as my thoughts dissipated, as mad, terrible excitation has captured me. She has smiled also its smile was such that only the effort of will has kept me on a place. I have hardly restrained not to press it to myself. Her eyes did not vary, now in them there was a surprise. No more than surprise, I saw that she has understood my status, has understood that I absolutely another's and only sorcery have brought me here, have set between them. Now I could not move a little any more though I madly would like to jump and run. These amber eyes held me. It has lifted hands and has squeezed it at a throat. I waited for its anger, waited that she loudly declares everything that I the enemy, the uninvited newcomer, another's - the thief who wished to take away that does not belong to it.