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Dew spray tickled his face. Dangling occasion. On the damp ground of the pre-dawn forest he gave a dull voice — a tight slap of horse hooves. The smell arose from the earth, it tickled the nostrils, made its way deeper into the larynx, the lungs and lungs were filled with this smell of rotten earth, crushed black ...
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(excerpts from the story of Victor Barkov, "Winter will come ...")
It stands in a spacious mirror room, against the wall itself. And in the middle of the hall stands a huge snow-white cake, on the flat top of which lies a naked stranger. She is young, beautiful and devilishly seductive ...
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It stands in a spacious mirror room, against the wall itself. And in the middle of the hall stands a huge snow-white cake, on the flat top of which lies a naked stranger. She is young, beautiful and devilishly seductive ...
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You know how it is, beautiful mashyni, wants to steer a little bit, hold it behind the wheel. And when you're fifteen years old, then we are not going to talk. Parents don’t do that, so they can do it. Here, for some reason, they give the little ones to steer, but the girls do not. They say we are ...
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You know how it is, beautiful mashyni, wants to steer a little bit, hold it behind the wheel. And when you're fifteen years old, then we are not going to talk. Parents don’t do that, so they can do it. Here, for some reason, they give the little ones to steer, but the girls do not. They say we are ...
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