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Part 1.
Chapter 1. Farm.
started on August 27, 1996, based on the sleep of the winter of 1995-1996.
The forest steadily approached, despite all the attempts of the pilot, trying to keep the car from falling. The plane, waddling with the wing on the wing, nodded, now and then threatening to break into a tailspin. Not...
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Chapter 1. Farm.
started on August 27, 1996, based on the sleep of the winter of 1995-1996.
The forest steadily approached, despite all the attempts of the pilot, trying to keep the car from falling. The plane, waddling with the wing on the wing, nodded, now and then threatening to break into a tailspin. Not...
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Until she was eleven, Diana was growing up to be a perfectly normal child. Cheerful and sociable has always been at the center of all school events. There were always many friends around her. The daughter of wealthy parents, she never needed anything. Life for her was a gift from God ...
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Until she was eleven, Diana was growing up to be a perfectly normal child. Cheerful and sociable has always been at the center of all school events. There were always many friends around her. The daughter of wealthy parents, she never needed anything. Life for her was a gift from God ...
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Fragments of the city, like thoughts, are driven into the ground
To be buried in it is not forever
Fear of the wrong step is imprinted in the memory.
And looking back so scrapes and crushes
The impossibility of knowing what will happen in the future
Gives meaning to life, like everything missed.
We were expelled from ...
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To be buried in it is not forever
Fear of the wrong step is imprinted in the memory.
And looking back so scrapes and crushes
The impossibility of knowing what will happen in the future
Gives meaning to life, like everything missed.
We were expelled from ...
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Chapter one
PHILIP MANSFIELD DIARY
Where there is silence, there is pain; where there is music, there is often pain; where there is absence, there is pain. And sometimes it all blends together, even if it's close to your beloved, and this pain, like a curtain in front of your eyes, tightens your forehead, becomes dull, like ...
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PHILIP MANSFIELD DIARY
Where there is silence, there is pain; where there is music, there is often pain; where there is absence, there is pain. And sometimes it all blends together, even if it's close to your beloved, and this pain, like a curtain in front of your eyes, tightens your forehead, becomes dull, like ...
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1. Introduction
Lyudmila and I have been together for almost six years, and it seems that we know everything about each other. Sometimes, however, I doubt it. Perhaps, she really knows everything about me (or almost everything, if we touch only the two of us), but here I am: Until this day, I never cease to be surprised by the magic ...
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Lyudmila and I have been together for almost six years, and it seems that we know everything about each other. Sometimes, however, I doubt it. Perhaps, she really knows everything about me (or almost everything, if we touch only the two of us), but here I am: Until this day, I never cease to be surprised by the magic ...
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Now, having exchanged the third dozen, I recall this incident with a smile, and then, at seven, I was not amused.
The main event at the age of seven was of course the school. At the beginning of the eighties, the school was still ten years old and was taken in the first grade at seven years old, and not a year earlier ...
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The main event at the age of seven was of course the school. At the beginning of the eighties, the school was still ten years old and was taken in the first grade at seven years old, and not a year earlier ...
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Viktor Pelevin dedicated
I sat in the office and went through the papers. There was just a bunch of documents. Well, do you know how it happens when old documents, bills, contracts, statements, certificates, etc. are accumulated? Here I have just such garbage was. It is necessary to put them somewhere ...
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I sat in the office and went through the papers. There was just a bunch of documents. Well, do you know how it happens when old documents, bills, contracts, statements, certificates, etc. are accumulated? Here I have just such garbage was. It is necessary to put them somewhere ...
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