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Why am I so lucky? Why me? Why do I deserve such happiness? Simple provincial girl from the outskirts. From a poor incomplete family. I am lying on a luxurious wide round bed in a palace of white stone - our temporary shelter in the family of Omar. And I look at the man sleeping on my shoulder - my beloved Omar, the man of my dreams. I waited and met. I'm still tired after 1, 5 hours of love, which ended a few minutes ago. Belly and ...
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I turned into one agonizing wait. Considered the days of following the letters
I figured out the time to answer them. Provided that they were successfully sent, which Jane and I could not have known: she had no connection with the former servant. Classes distracted me from gloomy thoughts, I tried not to succumb to despondency and mentally prepared for the worst, in case of failure of my enterprise. It was impossible to fall down in spirit: suddenly, the struggle for liberation was to be longer than expected. Seeing me ...
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I figured out the time to answer them. Provided that they were successfully sent, which Jane and I could not have known: she had no connection with the former servant. Classes distracted me from gloomy thoughts, I tried not to succumb to despondency and mentally prepared for the worst, in case of failure of my enterprise. It was impossible to fall down in spirit: suddenly, the struggle for liberation was to be longer than expected. Seeing me ...
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As usual in the evening we sat in his office; He read a thick religious book (the master is divine), I read out children's fairy tales out loud (there is a large, clear font). He peeked over my shoulder and spoke himself, mentioning a few calls from my mother about me. He added that they could not talk to her, because no one speaks Russian in the house, but they answered in English that I would call as soon as I could. He added that I was preparing for a conversation, considering how to please my mother ...
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It was the usual morning of the usual working day ... This morning was no different from a string of many of the same ordinary days ...
As always, the elevator doors swung open with a dull sound on the right floor. She got out of the elevator and greeted the guard with a familiar smile on her face.
- Good morning...
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As always, the elevator doors swung open with a dull sound on the right floor. She got out of the elevator and greeted the guard with a familiar smile on her face.
- Good morning...
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We decided to have lunch today with a light snack, as we had a snack almost from the morning. Egor and Vadim were playing chess, Lena took Victor to wander around the area. There she once again asked for forgiveness for her breakdown. Looking into his eyes asked:
“Does my swagger make you much worse?” I am forty years old, every day that comes adds me age. - The wrath of God is a thirty-seven year old woman.
- Everybody gets old ...
- I am not interested in "everything"! I'm talking about myself ...! Sorry, again ...
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“Does my swagger make you much worse?” I am forty years old, every day that comes adds me age. - The wrath of God is a thirty-seven year old woman.
- Everybody gets old ...
- I am not interested in "everything"! I'm talking about myself ...! Sorry, again ...
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Part one. Surgeon
Oleg Borisovich, a famous surgeon in the city, was urgently called to work. A former colleague was brought from prison in critical condition.Having learned, for what the anesthesiologist doctor got into the cell, the convicts decided to try him by their court. Now with rupture of the rectum ...
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Oleg Borisovich, a famous surgeon in the city, was urgently called to work. A former colleague was brought from prison in critical condition.Having learned, for what the anesthesiologist doctor got into the cell, the convicts decided to try him by their court. Now with rupture of the rectum ...
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Of all the poetic legends of the Middle East, unknown authors who have come down to us, there are legends full of deep emotions and nothing of incomparable direct beauty of presentation. Perfect literature expresses love with conventional signs and expressions. The most important thing...
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