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“Listen Alexey,” an employee from a neighboring department addressed me after work. “I’m doing repairs at home, but I don’t understand anything about electricity.” Maybe you come up to me after work. Take a look. There is a specialist case for 5 minutes ... Jacques lived with his wife in a beautiful ...
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Introduction et rondo capriccioso.
(Village chronicles of the times of young Alexander)
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Gray ash of memories. He runs off between the thin fingers of a woman in a black scarf. Yellow wax runs down your fingers like a long-dried tear. But the wax does not burn, as can burn tears. He is akin to tears ...
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(Village chronicles of the times of young Alexander)
From the author.
Gray ash of memories. He runs off between the thin fingers of a woman in a black scarf. Yellow wax runs down your fingers like a long-dried tear. But the wax does not burn, as can burn tears. He is akin to tears ...
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Rick lay, peering into the impenetrable mist. His body covered with sweat froze, as if afraid to disturb that interweaving of sounds with an awkward movement, which prevented him from falling asleep that night. Having turned to his ear with all his being, he eagerly caught every sweep, every sigh and creak ...
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Going home in the evening, I kept thinking about the upcoming evening. She finally decided to surprise me. In any case, this is exactly how I understood her when in the morning we were talking about what we would do in the evening. Trying to get rid of my "harassment," she said playfully:
- Wait until ...
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- Wait until ...
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