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The old rotten attic door did not give in to him. Robert shook her, beat her with his shoulder and with a creak opened only with a thorough pressing of the whole body.
It was dark and dusty in the attic, it smelt strongly of pigeon droppings.
Robert blew his nose, locked the door and began to carefully make his way to the window. Slag crunched underfoot and cracked broken glass.
Robert opened the dirty window, took off his backpack and set it on the floor beside him. Then he took a carbine out of the case and carefully laid it on the roof. A dove fell from a slate and ...
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It was dark and dusty in the attic, it smelt strongly of pigeon droppings.
Robert blew his nose, locked the door and began to carefully make his way to the window. Slag crunched underfoot and cracked broken glass.
Robert opened the dirty window, took off his backpack and set it on the floor beside him. Then he took a carbine out of the case and carefully laid it on the roof. A dove fell from a slate and ...
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I didn’t even write about this girl in the near future. There was no surprise in sex with her, no pale, a fiasco, a funny or unpleasant situation, no information that would retroactively put everything that happened in a completely different light. But life sometimes throws such a caper, just hold on ...
Unexpected call
Not early in the morning of that Sunday, which was after Saturday, I sit quietly, I don’t touch anyone, “I’m repairing the stove,” a bell suddenly rings on ...
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Unexpected call
Not early in the morning of that Sunday, which was after Saturday, I sit quietly, I don’t touch anyone, “I’m repairing the stove,” a bell suddenly rings on ...
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She stands with her eyes closed on the podium, completely naked and defenseless. Hundreds of curious eyes look at her body with perfect proportions and on a spotlessly beautiful face.
The facilitator commands: - Open your eyes, Mia.
Mia opens her big brown eyes and looks at the audience in the hall.
More precisely, it does not look quite. Now her eyes are looking not at the old, obedient sex toy, but a completely new Mia. Mia, who was freed from the shackles of the Corporation and merged in love and ...
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The facilitator commands: - Open your eyes, Mia.
Mia opens her big brown eyes and looks at the audience in the hall.
More precisely, it does not look quite. Now her eyes are looking not at the old, obedient sex toy, but a completely new Mia. Mia, who was freed from the shackles of the Corporation and merged in love and ...
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Listen, the youngest son of the king is not married, and maybe ... - I can’t wait if he will become king bypassing his older brother ... They are all healthy, like bulls, to the old king. Too long to wait for their death. So Della will never see the throne, which means that we will not be able to influence the policies of our neighbors, damn them ... - But if Della becomes the daughter-in-law of the old king, does this mean that he will not attack us, relatives? - Not...
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A few years before the main events.
For the third hour we are sitting with Lieutenant Samokhin in a deep, damp dugout, dug only this morning. Lieutenant Samokhin is still a very young guy who did not even have time to finish the Suvorov School because of the war and volunteered to go to the front. Now the night, the squad rests after a four-day transition. The commander is restrained, laconic. His harsh but good-natured face was sparsely lit by a dim bulb. Young, beautiful, but already scarred, all in ...
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For the third hour we are sitting with Lieutenant Samokhin in a deep, damp dugout, dug only this morning. Lieutenant Samokhin is still a very young guy who did not even have time to finish the Suvorov School because of the war and volunteered to go to the front. Now the night, the squad rests after a four-day transition. The commander is restrained, laconic. His harsh but good-natured face was sparsely lit by a dim bulb. Young, beautiful, but already scarred, all in ...
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Consciousness returned to him sharply, so much so that his ears rang. It was as if he had fallen from the heights of life on the mortal Earth ... He opened one eye, sneezed, opened the second. He realized that he was sitting on something solid and uncomfortable; the tail is incomprehensibly twisted, clamped and sore.With a snort, he fidgeted in place and made himself comfortable. The gaze gradually cleared up ... Under it - the toilet, in front - the half-open door of the toilet stall. A second back there was something black, but Chubik could not be sure of anything now. Moaning, he rose and instinctively reached for his pants. They were dressed, and the belt fastened.
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I heard about nudist beaches. I didn’t even hear him, but one, to say the least, familiar friend told me, and roughly speaking, one of my numbers (No ... some kind of ...) named Larisa.
And not only told, but also showed the way. We went with her to Sestroretsk, on the city, and, like, even the "Fitsialny" nudist beach. St. Petersburg nudists call this beach “naturist beach”. Why? - Ask them! And it is unlikely that someone will answer you intelligibly.
But be that as it may, I became ...
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And not only told, but also showed the way. We went with her to Sestroretsk, on the city, and, like, even the "Fitsialny" nudist beach. St. Petersburg nudists call this beach “naturist beach”. Why? - Ask them! And it is unlikely that someone will answer you intelligibly.
But be that as it may, I became ...
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A series of stories with fictional characters and events representing my inner world and attempts to comprehend and demonstrate different facets of character. Perhaps someone they seem interesting.
A cold, prickly wind rushes and slaps my face in the face, flies up and tears dry yellow birch leaves, plays with it in the air and, like a boring toy, throws it into a black dirty puddle, in which a fence of metal rods and upper windows is reflected in a colorless movie one of the buildings ...
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A cold, prickly wind rushes and slaps my face in the face, flies up and tears dry yellow birch leaves, plays with it in the air and, like a boring toy, throws it into a black dirty puddle, in which a fence of metal rods and upper windows is reflected in a colorless movie one of the buildings ...
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DOCUMENT №1. AUGUST 19, 2010, 15 P. 33 MIN.
From the Deputy Prosecutor General of the Enskoy District of the Emskaya Region M. Yu. Pushkin
Director of the security agency "Shield and Sword" A. S. Lermontov
Letter of guarantee
Dear Alexander Sergeevich!
I ask you to take the load 603 under the guard and escort, the invoice numbers from 100820 to 100831, according to the contract number 117 from 31—06—2006. We guarantee payment.
Yours sincerely, Senior Counselor of Justice Mikhail Yuryevich Pushkin
DOCUMENT No. 2. THE SAME DAY, 5 MINUTES LATER ...
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From the Deputy Prosecutor General of the Enskoy District of the Emskaya Region M. Yu. Pushkin
Director of the security agency "Shield and Sword" A. S. Lermontov
Letter of guarantee
Dear Alexander Sergeevich!
I ask you to take the load 603 under the guard and escort, the invoice numbers from 100820 to 100831, according to the contract number 117 from 31—06—2006. We guarantee payment.
Yours sincerely, Senior Counselor of Justice Mikhail Yuryevich Pushkin
DOCUMENT No. 2. THE SAME DAY, 5 MINUTES LATER ...
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