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That summer I met Claire again for the first time at the Evening with my friends H ... x on Montparnas Boulevard. Seeing her, I was most amazed at how little she had changed in appearance, as if I had said goodbye to her only yesterday, while we had not seen each other for several years now. She gave me a hand without ...
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I have been acquainted with Alexander Konoplev for quite a few years already and I am always glad to meet him, snatching a minute or two from everyday activities or not so frequent moments of rest. This young man takes the imagination and always captures my attention entirely, striking his ...
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Platforma slowly at first, and then all the faster ran back. Behind there were groups of people leaving on other trains, escorting, bales and trunks, everything that usually makes up the non-fixed attributes of all the stations. The train picked up speed and was carried away from the city to the fields ...
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I was in a complacent mood ... after a fragrant bath with rose petals and the news that our army finally defeated these stinking northern barbarians. Oh yes ... My husband, the Sovereign, did not return from the battlefields, and this, perhaps, was the best news. Still ... to become regent ...
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It was about six o'clock in the evening. They sat in this audience for almost two hours: a thirty-year-old professor, Viktor Ivanovich, and his first-year student, Lena. All this time, the teacher tried to pull out at least some knowledge from her to put the test, but all his efforts ...
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