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The train has not stopped yet, and we were already standing on the footboard of the carriage, and Sveta, weaving over the hand of the conductor, peered intensely at the faces on the platform. I stood behind her and held her waist. But here the composition twitched for the last time, with a faint hiss released steam and froze. I hardly pulled Sveta from the conductor, who lowered the steps with a blank look, and just at that moment she screamed, so loudly that even he, accustomed to everything, looked at her with surprise: - Daddy ...
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Day at the checkpoint usually lasts a long time. Especially if the weekend or holiday. The sun warms up the glass booth on all sides and it becomes unbearably hot inside. The head does not want to work, thoughts slow down, and, if they could, they probably would have disappeared altogether. At night, it saves coolness and a life-giving breeze through an open window, but there is almost no work and all that remains is to stare out into the street. Fence, barrier, a bunch of lanterns. Sometimes something croaks the radio, the inspector drives, arranges abnormal situations ...
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Automatic, as if by magic, shot up to the shoulder: - Not from the spot, and then head off fucking shoot! - I shout myself I do not believe my words.
If only one stray cartridge in the horn, so in fact not.
My opponent freezes and raises his hands up.
Good. I have time to think a little about the situation. And the picture appears very nasty - all my guys are lying, stitched by enemy bullets, we lost the walkie-talker at the beginning of the battle, which means I cannot call reinforcements. W ...
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If only one stray cartridge in the horn, so in fact not.
My opponent freezes and raises his hands up.
Good. I have time to think a little about the situation. And the picture appears very nasty - all my guys are lying, stitched by enemy bullets, we lost the walkie-talker at the beginning of the battle, which means I cannot call reinforcements. W ...
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As soon as Max and Margo had just left the house, an ambush was waiting for them in the courtyard. Three operas, disguised as janitors, snatched their weapons, and ordered Max and Margot to lie down on the ground and put their hands behind their heads. A couple rushed to run. No sooner had the fugitives left the courtyard, as the road was blocked by a special forces van, from which armed fighters jumped out. Max panicked and snatched the gas pistol. This was the last thing he did. Under the frightened screams of Margot, the special forces literally riddled them ...
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Everything that happens, happened or will only happen, always has several alternatives. Every day we make choices, make decisions, sometimes insignificant, that do not seem, at first glance, fateful. But even such decisions can affect our life, change it, bring something new into it, and sometimes even deprive it. And each time, living and analyzing some experience, you begin to find the reasons why this happened, to restore the chain of small ...
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As usual, waiting for visitors, I stood in the corridor of my clinic, and, idly, smoking a cigarette, looked thoughtfully out the window. On the street, rustling in thick arcades of maple trees, the aromas of blossoming May invisibly flowed in a tender play of light and shade. As if intoxicated by them, in the green head of hair of crowns and roadside bushes, the ever-fussy birds echoed loudly and constantly. The air generously blew stunning morning freshness.
“Yet there is a considerable amount of cynicism in this,” I thought, with involuntary ...
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“Yet there is a considerable amount of cynicism in this,” I thought, with involuntary ...
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At exactly six, we entered the familiar courtyard, where an inconspicuous dilapidated structure stood apart from the neat skyscrapers, among the gloomy maples and willows.Even the lights, which, like a Christmas tree, were decorated with a high-rise building, even the bright light from its windows could not cope with the darkness that reigned here. And the patches of light lay motionless on the asphalt, not dispersing, but as if emphasizing the darkness.
With each step, my desire to turn around and go the other way grew stronger. But Sveta was near, and I was not at all ...
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With each step, my desire to turn around and go the other way grew stronger. But Sveta was near, and I was not at all ...
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- Sign, Nelia! Do not be fancy! Unless you can arrange a normal life for your child? - persuading the stubborn man the next day.
- I go to your outcasts? Am I drinking? - flinging the document and raising the voice.
- You will not like it, but it is so: you are poor, Nelia! And it will always be so! Well, how much will you earn by your education? Or this exercise? Well, yes, of course - fitness ?! What part will go to pay for a rented apartment? Big? Buy your own - you do not shine! What school will your go ...
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- I go to your outcasts? Am I drinking? - flinging the document and raising the voice.
- You will not like it, but it is so: you are poor, Nelia! And it will always be so! Well, how much will you earn by your education? Or this exercise? Well, yes, of course - fitness ?! What part will go to pay for a rented apartment? Big? Buy your own - you do not shine! What school will your go ...
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“What is feminism? - intensely pondered Vadik, lying on the couch and looking at the night ceiling. “This is nothing more than the intense struggle of poorly satisfied women for their ghostly rights.”
Vadik thought. He could do that. Vadik had two higher education diplomas and a couple of semesters at the Sorbonne. He liked to remember the latter not too much, but he could trump France on occasion. - She wanted equal rights, - the student with experience and loudly could not stand it ...
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Vadik thought. He could do that. Vadik had two higher education diplomas and a couple of semesters at the Sorbonne. He liked to remember the latter not too much, but he could trump France on occasion. - She wanted equal rights, - the student with experience and loudly could not stand it ...
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Or maybe just stand on the wrong foot?
From the pit to pull the spoiled soul,
Wash and prettier dress up,
Live happily and listen to no one?
Or maybe just stand on the wrong foot?
Forget resentment, disappointment
In my soul to bring order,
Send fake confessions to hell?
And take a deep breath of air
And exhale. And laugh out loud.
Well, what to do - I'm tired of waiting for you,
After all, there is no sense in waiting.
And life is running, hurrying, hurrying ...
What a pity that I spend it on my obsession & nbsp ...
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From the pit to pull the spoiled soul,
Wash and prettier dress up,
Live happily and listen to no one?
Or maybe just stand on the wrong foot?
Forget resentment, disappointment
In my soul to bring order,
Send fake confessions to hell?
And take a deep breath of air
And exhale. And laugh out loud.
Well, what to do - I'm tired of waiting for you,
After all, there is no sense in waiting.
And life is running, hurrying, hurrying ...
What a pity that I spend it on my obsession & nbsp ...
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