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Once upon a time there lived Sultan Gzhamid, the owner of a great state, which stretched from the coast to the endless desert. Sultan was only thirty-five years old. His hair was black and straight, his eyes were so dark that it was impossible to distinguish the eye from the eyeglass. The sun has painted him ...
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Why did he leave so long? Now I sit here on a bench in the dark with not even my acquaintances, but acquaintances of my acquaintances. I see that he is nothing. He smells of medicine from his thin body, he is younger than me, he has no experience, he tries his best to show off, and that seems to be more ...
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My name is Alexander Konoplev, and you probably have already met me in my recollections in the story “The Toy”, concerning my high school sexual experience.
Now I am already an adult man who successfully married at 35 years old and having the full range of family concerns relating to ...
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Now I am already an adult man who successfully married at 35 years old and having the full range of family concerns relating to ...
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Even on the approach to school, Natasha felt that something very unpleasant had happened. And this unpleasant concern her personally. She noticed how the face of the assistant, Praskovya Fyodorovna, the sweetest woman, who, having noticed Natasha, disappeared in the window on the first floor and immediately disappeared ...
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(based on the story by Anton Chekhov of the same name)
The court counselor Semen Petrovich Podtykin examined himself from head to foot in a mirror, poured a quarter of a bottle of perfume on his bald head for baldness, wrapped a silk robe brought in by the father-in-law from China, and, burning with impatience ...
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The court counselor Semen Petrovich Podtykin examined himself from head to foot in a mirror, poured a quarter of a bottle of perfume on his bald head for baldness, wrapped a silk robe brought in by the father-in-law from China, and, burning with impatience ...
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