She was marched on the terrace in the shade of the marquis, reading one of those books that had been dropped socially as a red library. Well, she loved love stories full of adventures, tenderness, love, betrayal and passion, all that literary science considered as a brak of literature and literature for children and teenagers. Well, she likes it, and what. None of her literary doctors and docents were here, so she didn't have to defend herself from anyone.
No one had to know that while he was reading intellectual Czech and foreign literature during the year, in the summer, when he had peace between the semesters, he preferred to read the girl's reading. And most of all she had Harleys, such the very simplest stories that were full of intrigue as well as the mutilate sex and the bad story.