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Inna Andreevna. She married while still a student. She and her husband were considered the most beautiful couple of the whole institute. Bore a child, fed him. By this time, her husband had grown fat and lazy. In addition, he had not been too energetic and businesslike before, and now he has become a mattress, almost ruining the advertising firm that the newlyweds received as a wedding gift from his parents. Then Inna Andreevna decided to take matters into her own hands. She proved to be a tough uncompromising boss who ...
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- Masha, stop laying the table, come here, Uncle Vanya arrived.
Uncle Vanya - the heart skips a beat, and then, catching up, makes two at once. Dad has an anniversary today - 45 years. He does not like noisy holidays, so they invited only the closest ones: a couple of his friends, father's sister Lyuda and the recently appeared sweet heart. I am walking on stiff legs into the corridor. Ivan Ivanovich and his wife, Natalya, are taking off their outerwear, Dad is fussing around. I am amazed again and again, what is he ...
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Uncle Vanya - the heart skips a beat, and then, catching up, makes two at once. Dad has an anniversary today - 45 years. He does not like noisy holidays, so they invited only the closest ones: a couple of his friends, father's sister Lyuda and the recently appeared sweet heart. I am walking on stiff legs into the corridor. Ivan Ivanovich and his wife, Natalya, are taking off their outerwear, Dad is fussing around. I am amazed again and again, what is he ...
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Went through, some days, some events of bygone days. Recalled a curious story. Decided to share. Maybe you, dear reader, it will be interesting.
We then had 18. All gathered in his native town, in parental homes. They arranged, as usual, to meet last year’s graduates. The feast took place in the only decent institution of our quiet town. We drank, ate. We danced and shared our impressions experienced during the first year of study in universities. Not all did, of course ...
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We then had 18. All gathered in his native town, in parental homes. They arranged, as usual, to meet last year’s graduates. The feast took place in the only decent institution of our quiet town. We drank, ate. We danced and shared our impressions experienced during the first year of study in universities. Not all did, of course ...
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The lady sitting opposite me didn’t even know how much I knew about her, and what role she played in my destiny ...
Actually, it was because of her that my parents divorced twenty years ago. Then everything was quite banal. The first big money came to my daddy, the business went uphill, and with it, for him, at that time, a forty-year-old peasant, the attendant joys of life came. I think that he would have gone mad, would have walked, and in the end, he nevertheless returned to his hearth, since he was sincere ...
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Actually, it was because of her that my parents divorced twenty years ago. Then everything was quite banal. The first big money came to my daddy, the business went uphill, and with it, for him, at that time, a forty-year-old peasant, the attendant joys of life came. I think that he would have gone mad, would have walked, and in the end, he nevertheless returned to his hearth, since he was sincere ...
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He was not like a naughty puppy, who conceived a dirty trick, or something like a rapist maniac who chose a victim. The tip of the wet tongue occasionally appeared at the corners of the mouth; eyes the color of milk chocolate eagerly ran around, stopping for a fraction of seconds at the beautiful women, which, by the way, the bar was enough.
Amal forced herself to look away from Angelo. There was nothing attractive about him; rather, on the contrary, he aroused in her a cross between contempt and disgust ...
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Amal forced herself to look away from Angelo. There was nothing attractive about him; rather, on the contrary, he aroused in her a cross between contempt and disgust ...
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- Show me? - Said the man who entered the apartment, not even greeting. - What to show? - I did not understand, trying to make out at least a drop of friendliness in his gloomy face. - Show where to install! - explained the man with a hint of impatience in his voice and pointed to a small suitcase, which he held in his hand. - Aaa, yes. For sure! - I laughed own inconsistency. - Come here.
She pointed to the door in the bedroom and the man followed there. Without even taking off her shoes. Him...
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She pointed to the door in the bedroom and the man followed there. Without even taking off her shoes. Him...
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Christine was sitting in the living room, climbing with her legs on a large leather chair. Her cheeks were burning, her eyes wandered aimlessly or thoughtfully froze, resting on one point. She continually sighed somehow hard, as if she really didn’t have enough air, and sometimes began to unconsciously pull at a light curl that had come out of a sloppy homemade hairstyle. A huge vintage Goethe volume with gilded page edges and copies of old engravings, unveiled on ...
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Luka sat behind the wheel of his Audi and, lowering the salon mirror, gave himself a critical glance: disheveled as hell from hell. He pulled his tie, straightened his shirt, smoothed his unruly hair with his five. We'll have to go to work like that, because to return home to clean up, there is no time left at all, and he hasn’t been dragged into the mansion lately, when so many people were spinning endlessly, and everyone seemed to feel there like at home ...
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“Can you imagine, I just took it in my hand, and he finished it,” my school friend Irka, a slender blonde with curly hair like a hair splitting into a fist, burst out in a fist. - Probably his wife did not give him for a long time, or maybe I liked it a lot. - Maybe not worth it with married? Suddenly you ruin a family? - I scolded her. “Not — a,” she shook her head. - It is with the married need. Tripper will not catch, once, - began to bend her fingers. - There will be no chatter, two, and with stupid offers of hands and hearts pestering ...
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The phone vibrated as always at the wrong time. Mentally cursing, I reached into my pocket as imperceptibly as possible. The message read: “Hi! Food on business in Kiev. Maybe we'll meet as a thread. Mashka ". The message was from an unknown number, but I knew the sender well.
Masha was the first, still school my love. Now we occasionally called up and exchanged text messages. An unknown number did not surprise me at all: Masha had a special gift for losing phones, breaking them or just changing numbers while saving ...
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Masha was the first, still school my love. Now we occasionally called up and exchanged text messages. An unknown number did not surprise me at all: Masha had a special gift for losing phones, breaking them or just changing numbers while saving ...
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