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I offer you a clipping from the story about Vladlena promised in The Thunderstorm. Since this is only a segment, I will slightly introduce you to GG.
Vladlena or simply Vlada, daughter of repressed geologists. After the orphanage she was sheltered by Stalin. Lina - sister of mother Vladlena. She told about her dream to take revenge on the Chekists and all the others involved in the arrest and execution of relatives. Vlada supported the idea and promised to become a weapon in their secret struggle against the Communists.
But with an open visor against the KGB is not ...
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Vladlena or simply Vlada, daughter of repressed geologists. After the orphanage she was sheltered by Stalin. Lina - sister of mother Vladlena. She told about her dream to take revenge on the Chekists and all the others involved in the arrest and execution of relatives. Vlada supported the idea and promised to become a weapon in their secret struggle against the Communists.
But with an open visor against the KGB is not ...
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The evening went smoothly to a logical conclusion, although the spring weather pleases with the warmth and hubbub of the youth in the park. Tomorrow I have to go to classes, and to me, an eighteen-year-old cadet and my pretty companions, college students. - Igor, thanks for pulling out! - Red fox Veronica kissed on the cheek. - Sorry, I have to go! The commandant, an old freak, will definitely not let in without a scandal, and I am already in a hostel because of ratings on the line! Be sure to repeat the evening! Will you take Alenka home?
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It seemed to Nastya that she was in some strange dream, or a nightmare, or the best in her life. She completely lost her sense of reality and decided to just go with the flow. Then she visited her aunt in the compartment of the conductors of a nearby carriage, had lunch with her and returned to her own St. Petersburg compartment, she read a book there, meaninglessly staring out the window under the sound of wheels, and eventually overcame her sleep. When she woke up, there was an unfamiliar young man in the compartment, very young, about 20 years old, very ...
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This idea he cherished for a long time. She inspired and instigated him for many, many years. Finally, he decided. He left the house, got into the car. In one pocket of the jacket lay a bottle of chloroform, in the other - a large clean scarf. He drove up to the central city park and began to observe the youth. The boys and girls smoked, drank beer and energy and laughed out loud. Vulgar loose beauty did not attract him. He was looking for something completely different. His gaze was attracted by a small group of nerds ...
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Having come to his senses, he gazed admiringly at the gaping hole on the priest's guest. Its edges were still swollen after the pump, and grease was wet inside. The pink ribbed anal gut pulsed hospitably. Drawn by unbridled desire, he fell in behind the guest and threw her pulsing dick into her with an acceleration in the anal hole. But the ass was so designed that he felt bad. He took out his penis again and dived at the point with his index fingers, then added middle fingers and four fingers to them with an effort ...
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I had a wonderful and wonderful dream. Spring blooming garden. The path to the house of pebbles and smooth pebbles in the midst of greenery and flowering garden. Open door, the smell of coffee and fresh pastries. But soon I woke up and went out on the porch ... Such a wonderful late evening ...
The world was immersed in the red of the sunset, which wrapped the bottom of the horizon.He eagerly absorbed the picture of the passing day, breathed in the evening air, which was drained by a light refreshing draft through a slit in the tightly closed ...
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The world was immersed in the red of the sunset, which wrapped the bottom of the horizon.He eagerly absorbed the picture of the passing day, breathed in the evening air, which was drained by a light refreshing draft through a slit in the tightly closed ...
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When this story happened to me, I studied in grade 11. A little about me: my name is Anna, my height is 163, I am slim, taut, chest of the second size. I have always been an independent and sensible girl. I didn’t smoke, I didn’t drink, but I tried, like most of my school years ... My parents worked in the neighboring town, I lived most of the time alone, under the supervision of a neighbor. But she was always under my mother's control, on Skype
And so, on a regular school day, we go to class with classmates ...
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And so, on a regular school day, we go to class with classmates ...
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Natalya Ivanovna refused to believe in what was happening. The smell of incense and incense was dizzy. From the mournful monotonous bubnezh father pounded in the temples. Among the hubbub of the crowd that filled the church, she clearly distinguished the sobbing of the mother. What was happening was as if in a fog through the veil of the veil. Fearing to turn her head, she with her skin felt to her right the imposing figure of her fiance. Tall stature, outstanding heroic build, in ceremonial uniform, in orders, with a proud posture ...
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Today must be an amazing day. We will be released from school earlier than usual, and I will have to run to the gym on which my further career in figure skating will depend. It was on this day that they appointed me to watch my quick program, all the eighteen-year-old girls of our ice arena will participate there. This is my last chance to get into the best sports school area.
On this day, I should look as good as possible. Looking into my closet, I got out a happy skirt, she ...
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On this day, I should look as good as possible. Looking into my closet, I got out a happy skirt, she ...
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There is a tradition in our family - in early September everyone gathers in the village. They dig together potatoes, pick berries and mushrooms, fish. And now, on an early Saturday morning, Alla and I headed north. Tired of the monotony of the landscapes of the Central Russian Upland, Alla soon fell asleep. I turned the wheel and listened to the radio. The mood was upbeat. And from the upcoming meeting with relatives and the fact that Alla’s defloration was to take place on this trip. At least in the last meeting of the girl ...
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