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In the mirrors of a large light hall a reflection of three tall men appeared. Hard gait, they walked to the elevator. One of them, the one in front, smiled confidently at his reflection: it was a smile of superiority over the world. Expensive suit perfectly combined with the stately figure of this young businessman. Behind his right shoulder is an even younger referent with a thick folder and briefcase in his hands. Behind the left is a trim gray-haired middle-aged man, who is mainly ...
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“The theater is an atmospheric place and requires priesthood from the actors,” Inga continued, “take at least, for example, a dressing room. This is a kind of spiritual purgatory of the actor before going on stage. It is in the dressing room, he must leave his fears of the role. And you should not awaken these previously abandoned fears disrespect for purgatory. An actor must enter his dressing room with his left foot, but on the stage, he must come from the right foot only. Otherwise, he can not cope with ...
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A joyful melody played on the phone. Kate reluctantly stretched out her hand to the table, picked up the phone and turned off the alarm. Outside the window it was already getting light, and the phone’s clock showed half past eight in the morning. Yawning sweetly and stretching, the girl got out of bed, put on her slippers and went to the kitchen. Connecting the kettle, she took out a cup of coffee and a sugar bowl from the cabinet. After pouring out the contents of the bag in a cup and adding a couple of tablespoons of sugar there, Katya went to the bathroom. Halfway through, she remembered something she didn't turn on ...
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In the morning Victor took a shower, put on his tracksuit and went down to the club floor in the fitness room. There he warmed up a little and got on the treadmill. Then he looked into the restaurant, where they had breakfast for him, which he had expected to eat, having already returned to the apartment.
Morning is the most productive time for a business person. If the plans to succeed in the morning can not be lazy. Victor tried to use the morning pep with maximum benefit. By the way, the very thoughts that in recent months have not ...
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Morning is the most productive time for a business person. If the plans to succeed in the morning can not be lazy. Victor tried to use the morning pep with maximum benefit. By the way, the very thoughts that in recent months have not ...
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Circus. Glitter lights. Beautiful outfits of artists. Often stupid, but the incendiary humor of clowns. Awesome tricks prestige. And from where these reptiles handkerchiefs get? And the pigeons with the rabbits, from the seemingly empty hat? Jugglers with rings, balls or even with lit torches. Well, how not to catch? On the ballad such a fire-breathing object, not everyone wants to get! Acrobats. They spin and spin so that it captures the spirit! It would be interesting with some acrobat. She probably knows such poses? Kama...
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- Hello, Colonel! - Pawn flew into the ward in a general's uniform ideally sitting on it. - Shoot from here! Do without this rag! She shouted at the doctor who had sunk after her, with a robe in her hands. - Good morning, Mrs. General! Glad to see you! - Well, how are you here? - asked Passing, sitting down on a chair and pulling down her skirt. - Wonderful! You know, the staff here is great! And the chief doctor, and the attending psychologist. And even girls - ...
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My youth came at the time of the decline of Soviet power.It was possible to watch various films of foreign production, from those that were shown in the out-of-competition show of Moscow film festivals only in several cinemas, and in the House of Cinema, where it was possible to get only through a big acquaintance, therefore, when I had such an opportunity, I had no doubt. He joined the Komsomol, at the age of 23, in the Komsomol operational detachment of vigilantes, and began regularly on duty in ...
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I would like to share real life experiences. Events will cover different periods of time, but I will try to collect them into one little story. Fragments of memories can not be polished. Some pieces are caustic and unpleasant. And some warm and always want to remember. Names and place names will not be called, so it should be calmer, in any case, to me.
It was a few years ago, I can’t say for sure, quite a while. I went camping with classmates, with an overnight stay. The end...
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It was a few years ago, I can’t say for sure, quite a while. I went camping with classmates, with an overnight stay. The end...
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God, what a joy it is to feel it inside you! How he moves, how he pulses, when he suddenly breaks through a thick viscous liquid! How trembles and bends, throwing out the remnants of passion, and how it falls on you, exhausted by it, devastated. To feel his taste on his lips, to hear his barely audible whisper: "My beauty", to respond only with a fleeting kiss and at the same time fall asleep ...
The world around collapses, shatters into fragments, showered with black lumps. The earth leaves from under feet. But...
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The world around collapses, shatters into fragments, showered with black lumps. The earth leaves from under feet. But...
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- Well that's all!
Mikhail poured the remains into a faceted glass and threw an empty bottle of vodka. Squeezing the glass in his hand, he looked around the room.
The room was smoggy from cigarette smoke, an ashtray full of it, stood right there on the table, a frying pan with the remnants of potatoes fried in lard and a two liter jar of cucumbers supplemented the serving of this not tricky table. By the wall opposite the sitting man lay a pile of broken glass, it was the remains of glasses, drinking with fury he threw them into ...
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Mikhail poured the remains into a faceted glass and threw an empty bottle of vodka. Squeezing the glass in his hand, he looked around the room.
The room was smoggy from cigarette smoke, an ashtray full of it, stood right there on the table, a frying pan with the remnants of potatoes fried in lard and a two liter jar of cucumbers supplemented the serving of this not tricky table. By the wall opposite the sitting man lay a pile of broken glass, it was the remains of glasses, drinking with fury he threw them into ...
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