TAJNA MARKIZE DE ŠAMPANJ - ZA KRATKO VREME I U AMERICI

Preveden je roman Tajna markiza de Šampanj i najverovatnije će već u toku sledeće nedelje ući u proceduru objavljivanja za engleska govorna područja. Tako da na neki način iščekujemo da vidimo da li će se stil Dajane Diverno svideti Amerikancima, Britancima, Kanađanima i Australijancima.
Prevod dela je odradio Goran Rapaić.

Odlomak dela SECRET OF MARQUISE DE CHAMPAGNE
DAJANA DIVERNO

Soon madam Johanna left, and marquise wrote a short letter to mister Durdo, telling him that she is expecting him in two days, after madam Johanna leaves to the region of Champagne and after she visits some reception at Teresa Cartagena that she had to attend.
Rules of Paris society at the time required members to fulfill all the norm or they would simply be excluded from society. On that reception marquise saw a great opportunity to create an alibi for herself, saying that she is sick, and she could do that, she could write a letter and send it to her husband-saying that she is ill and that the pollen disease spread to her.
That night she wrote such letter and around midnight woke up Emma to give a letter that needed to be sent in the morning.
-There- she said to herself as she slowly fell asleep-nothing should be left to chance.
Mister Durdo visited her. He seemed more relaxed, clothed in standard, rich suits that old man Ralard paid for, perfumed and with short hair. He watched her with great interest, and marquise concluded that he caught some tan under the spring sun. His had was wrapped in bandage, but was able to use it.
Emma announced him and he slowly entered, just as she lifted her look from the book that she held in her hands for show, although, in essence, she didn’t really read it.
She waited for Emma to leave, and then rushed toward him.
A long a passionate hug followed, until lovers hungry for each other moved to the middle of the room, then closer to the piano, like they wanted to play something, taking their clothes off and ended up in bed. The whole room was filled with smell of a passionate woman, that wrapped her hands around his neck, telling him that she missed him, that she can’t live without him, how everything is great, begging him not to stop, not to stop, to keep going….more…more…-They both reached their peak at the same time and for a long time she lay under him, feeling him move inside her, covering her face with small, gentle kisses.
-I missed you so much-she said, evidently out of breath, looking at his lovely, manly face. She wrapped her hands around him wanting those moments to last forever. Art of giving, she said to herself, is the best kind of art.
He slowly lay next to her, because he could not still use that hand to support himself. She placed her head on his shoulder and gently stroked his cheast.
-And madam Johanna?-he asked, like he was afraid that old bat will come at any time.
- She went to the estate-she quietly sad. Why always, she wondered, must they spoil those lovely moments talking about that old bat, or her unfaithful husband?
-For how long?
-Three weeks-she leaned on her elbow and watched him. Ah, it was so good to make love in the middle of day. –Why don’t you come to my place?
He was surprised, a little tired.
-I am here.
-Not that. To sleep at my place for the next couple of days..
-To sleep here?-now he leaned on his elbow and lay on his side, so that could watch each other. She thought it was fun, and as he long hair was on the pillow she smiled.
-Yes, why not?
-But honey, how. I have obligations?
She was surprised.