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Part 1.
My name is Denis Baldakhinov, I am 32 years old and on this my outstanding abilities are, in general, exhausted. I didn’t take Berlin, didn’t master the virgin lands and didn’t open the Boldykhinov bacillus. My highest sporting achievement can be considered participation in a football match with the fertile ...
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My name is Denis Baldakhinov, I am 32 years old and on this my outstanding abilities are, in general, exhausted. I didn’t take Berlin, didn’t master the virgin lands and didn’t open the Boldykhinov bacillus. My highest sporting achievement can be considered participation in a football match with the fertile ...
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- What do you think it is? Asked Bonnie Gray, looking suspiciously at the strange-looking wooden object lying on the table. Even now, when curiosity tormented her, she kept in her tone arrogance towards Sam.
The young man straightened his glasses and sat down in a chair. “I have no idea,” he answered honestly. “Found this thing in the basement last week.” We only moved to this house a month ago. What is there just left of the past ...
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The young man straightened his glasses and sat down in a chair. “I have no idea,” he answered honestly. “Found this thing in the basement last week.” We only moved to this house a month ago. What is there just left of the past ...
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For four years now, Victoria has lived in a civil marriage with Nikolai. Their relationship could envy anyone. Nikolai was very fond of Victoria and did not miss the chance to emphasize this once again. For all the time they live together, they have never seriously quarreled. And the best seemed ...
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Used lines from the works of M. Bulgakov, V. Butusov, M. Shcherbakov and M. Tsvetaeva.
The car was on autopilot on the empty, covered with snow night streets, without interfering with the indulgence of their thoughts. Thoughts were, at the same time, the blackest. Everything is so fed up that it was too lazy ...
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The car was on autopilot on the empty, covered with snow night streets, without interfering with the indulgence of their thoughts. Thoughts were, at the same time, the blackest. Everything is so fed up that it was too lazy ...
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Y. Tina.
Oh, those pies!
Or flirtation, strengthening family relationships.
Waving a pen to her husband, who was standing on the footboard of the Moscow-Ufa train carriage, Sasha
I hurried into the station building, found a free pay phone there and dialed a number.
- Leonid Mikhailovich? This is Osadchaya ...
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Oh, those pies!
Or flirtation, strengthening family relationships.
Waving a pen to her husband, who was standing on the footboard of the Moscow-Ufa train carriage, Sasha
I hurried into the station building, found a free pay phone there and dialed a number.
- Leonid Mikhailovich? This is Osadchaya ...
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