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Part one. Dear reader! Before you read the continuation of the novel, refresh in the memory of "The brave captain's memories". And who has not read, I advise you to read from the very beginning. Then the continuation of the story will be clearer and the impression of the novel will become complete. So ... More than 17 years have passed since the plane crash on a deserted tropical island and our salvation. Years flew like one moment. From the big aviation I left in the rank of major and started another business. Married, daughter was born ...
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If you slightly squint myopic eyes, then you can see the time on the electronic clock. Half past six already the sun is shining with might and main, breaking through into the crack between the curtains.
"Thin curtains, it would be necessary to buy more tightly ...".
The ticking of the clock simultaneously soothes and more and more ...
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"Thin curtains, it would be necessary to buy more tightly ...".
The ticking of the clock simultaneously soothes and more and more ...
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My name is Marina, I was 17 years old when this happened. If anyone is interested, I lost my virginity at 16, but that’s another story.
At that time I already studied at the institute, and lived in Moscow. Since my parents lived in Krasnoyarsk, I lived with my friend Inna (she lived in ...
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At that time I already studied at the institute, and lived in Moscow. Since my parents lived in Krasnoyarsk, I lived with my friend Inna (she lived in ...
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They went through the race: the day's journey. For the whole day, we stopped twice: to rest and eat some flat cakes made by Tamar, washing down with barley beer.
Joseph walked alongside the donkey. He was dressed in cervalas *, tightened at the waist with a cord and a white cotton shirt without a collar, wrapped around his waist with a belt. The head is tied with kufia *, worn out madasy * on its feet.
Tamar and Brutus followed the cart, whispered and giggled. Tamar, in a low voice, casting glances at her father, told Brutus, as on Sabbath ...
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Joseph walked alongside the donkey. He was dressed in cervalas *, tightened at the waist with a cord and a white cotton shirt without a collar, wrapped around his waist with a belt. The head is tied with kufia *, worn out madasy * on its feet.
Tamar and Brutus followed the cart, whispered and giggled. Tamar, in a low voice, casting glances at her father, told Brutus, as on Sabbath ...
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This evening, as always, it was lonely and boring, besides, four walls pressed against the psyche and the monitor screen became native to tears. After all, apart from the iron friend and the intellectual Internet in my sex life, no one else was here already ... And what could be worse ...
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Ryzhik sun Hi!
How long have wanted to write you this note! It already seems like a hundred years! Tell me that I fantasize about you, how I want you. With all my strength I restrained myself in order not to violate our agreement not to write ABOUT THIS.
Yesterday, when I saw you, I do not know, I felt ...
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How long have wanted to write you this note! It already seems like a hundred years! Tell me that I fantasize about you, how I want you. With all my strength I restrained myself in order not to violate our agreement not to write ABOUT THIS.
Yesterday, when I saw you, I do not know, I felt ...
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Richard and Mariko flew out of the elevator and rushed through the hall. - Lets go faster! - Mariko giggled, throwing a white long veil behind his back, while Richard was digging around with a key card. “I hate all these things,” Richard said.Finally, the green light began to blink, the door swung open, they flew into the room and, with a run, rushed onto the bed in a pile of white satin with black tails. - You're so beautiful! - Richard whispered to his young ...
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