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She often had erotic dreams, and without false modesty she enjoyed them (probably, like any other female representative on this Earth), but the latter was special. She saw Him, who had long since become for her, oblivion and past, but this dream turned everything upside down or simply remembered EVERYTHING ...
With a light movement of the ether, the dream took her to the country of Saint Morphia or Morpheus, and there, in the country of dreams, she can continue, because it was here that she found herself in an incomprehensible quarter, in ...
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With a light movement of the ether, the dream took her to the country of Saint Morphia or Morpheus, and there, in the country of dreams, she can continue, because it was here that she found herself in an incomprehensible quarter, in ...
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Dedicated to the works of Ivan Van Dyck.
Your Nabokov.
(reprint of the manuscript) ... We were not intimately acquainted, rather, by chance for a moment, two life lines crossed - a nineteen-year-old girl and an adult, but a still very young thirty-year-old man.
She came to visit me. Was ...
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Your Nabokov.
(reprint of the manuscript) ... We were not intimately acquainted, rather, by chance for a moment, two life lines crossed - a nineteen-year-old girl and an adult, but a still very young thirty-year-old man.
She came to visit me. Was ...
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She opened her eyes. Through the window one could see how the ray of the sun gently penetrates the foliage. It was too lazy to get up, but it was necessary ... Friday ... tomorrow is a day off, and then a vacation ... She stretched, the sheet slipped treacherously, exposing her beautiful, elastic chest. Sitting on the edge of the bed she ...
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Laugh, right?
Do not. Do not laugh ... It is a sin to laugh at the sick. And She is sick ... She is only three years old ... When She was born, I was thirteen ... Oh, how I was nursing with Her! He protected everything from everyone, did not show it to anyone, even though She was always with me. I'm in school - and she is there, I - in ...
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Do not. Do not laugh ... It is a sin to laugh at the sick. And She is sick ... She is only three years old ... When She was born, I was thirteen ... Oh, how I was nursing with Her! He protected everything from everyone, did not show it to anyone, even though She was always with me. I'm in school - and she is there, I - in ...
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For the umpteenth time, Victor passed through the gates that slit from time to time. For the second year, he passed through them every month to get to the labor exchange. The specialty of an electronics engineer has long become unnecessary in this city. In the empty shops of the Red Radio Operator, where he ...
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I read a story on some site and decided to write a sequel. I think the author will not be offended at me.
"It was or was not-2," or "Just a Baby."
I vaguely remember the rest of the road. I remember that we arrived quickly and silently. I remember that the car was warm from the feelings that overwhelmed us ...
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"It was or was not-2," or "Just a Baby."
I vaguely remember the rest of the road. I remember that we arrived quickly and silently. I remember that the car was warm from the feelings that overwhelmed us ...
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Alain waited this day with impatience and anxiety. Today, she and her husband move to their new home, which has been built for so long. Finally, the house is built, new furniture is placed, grass and trees in place. It remains to transport only personal items, which turned out to be amazingly many. It's amazing how quickly a person becomes cluttered with all sorts of junk in a relatively short amount of time. Alain once again looked at the pyramid of luggage, boxes and bags. Everything is good. It remains to fill one chest, and ...
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