The Diary of Geza Csath by Geza Csath Read Free Book Online Page B

piano for hours playing tunes, and working at harmonizing them.
‘Oh, Lord,’ she sighed, ‘what a shame I can’t do it with my other hand too!’
In the Green Mirror women’s baths, a pretty servant named Anna Schwarz had attracted my attention almost since the beginning of the season. Wide face. Creole-pink skin. A splendid body, rock-hard breasts. Huge muscles. Big, round blue eyes. Fuller than usual lips and a slightly crooked little bird’s nose. She was a distrustful, apprehensive virgin. Only after lengthy wrestling was I able to bring her lips to a kiss. When it happened, however, she embraced me fervently and kissed me back. I was astounded; she kissed like an artist of love. I could get no further, though. A couple of times she promised she would come up to my apartment, but she always deceived me. She never came.
Finally, I succeeded in getting her to come to my office one Sunday afternoon. Once there, she lay down on the couch, but heaped obstacles in the way of further natural developments, leaving no doubt that her lust was much weaker than her fear of possibly losing her virginity. Thus I let her go without having deflowered her. On the occasion of my leaving, however, she came to see me and left me her address, in case I needed a servant in Budapest. From this I deduced that my desire had affected her after all, and had awakened in her the desire to be mine. She was a blue-eyed woman. A peasant Lulu! In other words, she wanted definite value in exchange. A position as a servant would have satisfied her.
Another little affair also occurred in August. Kitty W. was a pretty lass who had been to America, the daughter of a machinist’s wealthy widow. I had treated Kitty’s mother for gout. The daughter had awakened my interest weeks before, with her fine, slim body, big bird nose, lively bird’s eyes, strange and endearing bird-like movements. Her complexion was a brilliant pink, she wore a pretty English hairstyle, high-heeled shoes and a tight skirt. In the restaurant, we frequently engaged in lively exchanges with our eyes. She appeared to be a flirtatious and lively girl. I was displeased to discover she was engaged. Still, when she escorted her mother to my office and we shook hands, I noticed that she put vigour into her return of my weak handshake, and that she even smiled back at me from the door to the foyer. A few days later, I met her at the stairs on the second floor.
‘Wohin gehen Sie?’
‘Hinauf zum Mama!’
‘Warten Sie, bitte, ein wenig.’ 11
I held her nervous little white hand. She stopped, her face shone with the blush invading it, and the sparkle of her eyes revealed that I was free to dare. I embraced and kissed her. She returned the kiss ardently – our lips did not part for twenty or thirty seconds. From then on, under various pretexts (urine tests for her mother etc.), she often came to my office alone. She allowed every genre of flirtation, but she saved her chalice for her fiancé. Nota bene, in a few days I had the opportunity to see this little treasure of hers in its entirety. She wished to have herself examined as a brideto-be. I found fissures in her hymen. On my inquiry, she admitted that someone had seduced her when she was eight or nine. The seducer, however, could not have been a mature male. Utilizing this information, I made an effort to convince her not to deny me her charms, since her husband-to-be would not be getting her as a virgin anyway! I was curious to know how debauched she was. I was rather pleased when she resolutely denied my request (and I consider this strengthened will to be the effect of American morals and breeding). On the other hand, she declared that she loved me and would always love me.
Before she left she brought her fiancé as well. He stood before me, a slim, well-dressed boy with a respectable look. A little thin, but healthy. That is, not completely: he showed a slight orthostatic albuminuria. This, however, I did not tell the girl, nor