The adventure from a young Baltic man

The adventure from a young Baltic man.

The Second Great World War was over. I lived in the Soviet Union and learned in road building technical school(college).
After ending the college ,in 1947 I was directed to Buryat-Mongolia, in the capital city Ulan-Ude, to work in main road department as a engineer.
My functions was to revise, after repairing and building, the state of condition roads, bridges and drain pipes.
If you must know, the climate in Buryatia is strong continental. The winter begin of end December without rain. The snow by frost is laying of the dry ground, so that the wind sweep the snow from the road. And the people must use carts whole year round.
I was coming of end from winter in one of regions to revise the bridges and drain pipes, of they are ready for exploiting. Together with the road master, we gone from one object to other, using a horsed carriage all the day.
There come the evening time and I said, that I am very tired and frozen. It would be very good to stay in a warm room. We must come to a village to stay at night. My road master say's, that in the nearest village are living only Russian. And we have enough chances to become here a good roof. It would better to went a mile further to a buryat village, where he have acquaintances.
When we come to this village, we get to one home. The master began to knock in the gate. After a short time from other side where giving questions: " Where are you ?" The master answered and explained where we are. The talk gone in buryat language. I don't understand nothing, because don't know this language, only two words. After a short talking, the gate was opened and we get into the courtyard. I would begin to unhorse the horse, but the master say's, that its may be done without us. We gone in to the home. Here began the proprietor to treat us with the supper. We drank archa. This is a buryat drink, which are produced from sour milk. It's give a good appetite and have alcohol 17-20 grad.
The master talked with the proprietor about life. But I wanted only one, how rather go to sleep, and asked the master, where I can it's do. He say's, that in the neighbor room for me is prepared the sleeping place on the floor at left side by the window. I don’t tarry and gone to sleep. But when I come to this plase, I found, that here is already one lying. I went back and say, that the plase is already occupied. But he answer me, that there are lying the proprietors young wife. By the buryat traditions it is a acceptance to spent at night his wife to the honorary guest. At morning he would ask , how she spent the night. If she answer – bad, that the guest have not draw attention of here, the husband can she turn out. Therefore are a good boy, and go to sleep with a very nice lady. It's may be fine. I coated only with my shoulders and gone again to the sleeping place. I was young, only 26 years old, and don't be afraid to have a lovely rendezvous with a fine lady.
When I was lying under the blanket, I felt, how a very soft, lovely and nice woman body touch to me, and begin me to caress and to kiss. In short time I felt, that my masculine dignity is ready to answer of her love. So we spent a very fine, sweet and sexually night. She was a wonderful good sexually partner, so that the night give me much pleasure. At morning the lady's eyes shined as the stars, so that her husband could understand all, what be with her at night, without questions.
After a good breakfast we gone to continue revise the road.
From this adventure I extract one lesson. The figure and libidinous buryat women have the same kind as European women, and in love they are not worse, but can be sexually more better.