"Mack Reynolds - Tomorrow Might Be Different" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack)

Mike cleared his throat, again apologetically, and said, "Look, Miss Saratov, this isSpain. Catholic, you
know, and very conservative. Except forPortugal, there's probably no more conservative country in
Common Europe."

"Oh," she said, still somewhat puzzled. "You must mean my bathing suit."
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"Well, yes, in a way. It's very pretty, of course. Very chic, butтАж" He let his sentence dribble away, tried
to keep from letting his eyes leave her face and descend to the delicious looking semi-globes; decided it
was obvious that he was doing so and did a fair job of blushing. What was the old term? She was really
stacked. Mike Edwards had always been a tit man.

Catherina Saratov said, "But everybody wears this type of suit on theCrimeabeaches now. It is so very
comfortable when swimming and one can achieve a much better tan."

"I'm sure," Mike said, nodding in support of her statement. "But this is Torremolinos and the Spanish are
most conservative. Their authorities insist. It is part of their religion. Modesty, you know, and all that."

"Oh well, of course," she said. "If it is their religion. One mustn't ignore religious customs in a foreign
country. It would be uncultured."

She very prettily stooped and took up a table napkin from one of the picnic baskets and did some things
with it deftly, wrapping it around her upper body. "Religious customs are fascinating."

Mike sighed, cleared his throat again and said, "Sorry to bother you, Miss Saratov. How are you and
your party enjoying yourselves? Is there anything I can do? Are your suites comfortable? The food
satisfactory?"

The other Russkies in the group had been busy with their own beach preparations. Now one of them, a
beefy forty-year old with a red face and a bushy untrimmed mustache, who looked like he already had a
half dozen drinks this morning, came up. He introduced himself as Nicholas Galushko and shook
hands-they always shook hands. Mike Edwards estimated that he got his damn hand shaken a thousand
times an average day. They shook hands every time they met you, even if this happened ten times in a
single hour.

Nicholas Galushko said to Mike complainingly, "It's too hot. This Spanish sun is too hot. Why aren't the
beaches here air-conditioned? In theBlack Searesorts all the beaches are air-conditioned. In your
Horizontal Holidays advertisements inPravda you didn't mention that the beaches weren't
air-conditioned."

"Well," Mike said placating, "that's the way it goes. Some countries haven't gotten to the point of
air-conditioning beaches as yet. That's the reason some people come toSpain, to see the things as they
"were in the old days. Very primitive, I imagine, by your standards."

One of the other Russkies, a stocky woman in her mid-thirties, as far opposite to Catherina Saratov in
physical attractiveness as possible, came up and shook hands with Mike and introduced herself as Ana
Chekova, She evidently didn't wear the type of bathing suit that Catherina did because she knew better.