‘One night, at almost midnight, I was lying on the couch in my room and reading a book. My parents were asleep in their bedroom, three rooms away. The book was very gripping, I had almost reached the end, and I was still fully dressed, unwilling to waste any time on taking off my clothes. Suddenly the door opened soundlessly and Zushka appeared. She stood in the doorway, looking at me, and said with a smile: “You have so many nice books, Master Rudolf, and I couldn’t fall asleep, and so I thought to myself: ‘Why not go and ask Master Rudolf to lend you a good book?’” And she smiled her strange smile. Only now I saw that she was wearing nothing but her bodice and petticoats, and her arms were bare to the shoulders. I took all this in with one brief glance and immediately felt dizzy. I jumped up, averting my eyes from her, and went over to the bookcase, my legs trembling, to take a book. Zushka followed me and pressed up against me, as if there was no space for her in the room. My hands were shaking and the book fell on the floor. Zushka bent down and picked it up. I didn’t even know which book it was; I had taken the first one I laid my hands on. I didn’t dare utter a word, my whole body was trembling feverishly. I was afraid to turn my head towards her. I stood where I was. “If I move now,” I thought, “something dreadful will happen, something unimaginable.” But Zushka grabbed my hand, led me to the couch, and sat me down like a little baby. She remained standing in front of me. She said nothing, and I sat there in a daze, with my head bowed. Suddenly she said: “Have you ever seen a naked woman, you silly boy?” “What?” I blurted out stupidly. Without thinking I looked up and saw that her bodice was undone and that the whole upper half of her body was completely naked. I immediately dropped my eyes. I thought that I was going to faint. Zushka gave a smothered little giggle. “If you’re not silly, you’ll see a lot more, a lot more, my little lad …” Suddenly she was sitting next to me on the couch. She took my hand and placed it on her chest. I felt her warm breast moving like a separate, living creature. Zushka was already lying on top of me with all the weight of her body, almost smothering me. Then she put my head between her naked breasts. She kept whispering: “My little lad, don’t be afraid, my little lad,” while she guided my hand over her body, which was suddenly quite naked. And at that moment I felt a strange hand, blazing hot and quivering, moving over my skin, underneath my clothes …’