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Summer this year in the village turned out to be hot and sultry. The sun has scorched mercilessly for three weeks in a row. All those who were free from work in the fields and farms of the village disappeared, some in the shady forest, some on the river, and those who were just holed up in the house doing their living. And we, a healthy 13-16 year old “bulls”, are already bored with splashing, sunbathing, driving a tractor and doing other rural entertainment. I wanted something unusual, exciting. Most of us wanted sex, or at least a relationship with ...
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On this night, the stars shone particularly brightly on the oily indigo sky, because they knew that Peter was clearly again starting something unimaginable. The most curious and impatient of them blinked so enthusiastically in anticipation of a spectacular spectacle that they fell from their seats and fell beyond the horizon. A sensitive ear would even distinguish their indignant and disappointed ringing in the warm and fragrant air of the August night. Since Peter decided to grow up, they began to watch very closely ...
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I listen to how the wind howls outside, how the branches of trees scrape through the window. Now everyone is sitting in their homes, listening to the ominous warning of nature. There are rarely winds here, from the sea the city is covered with mountains barely visible in the distance, and bad weather never came from the steppes. The whole city froze in anticipation, everyone sees in a sudden burst of a storm an omen, because everyone feels that the city is living its last days. Yesterday a quarantine was announced, the authorities sent in the military, which ...
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- Hello.
A low male voice from behind my back seemed to creep into my mind, shattering into fragments two days ago. I cling to the parapet so that the knuckles whiten. The sea wind promising to grow into a storm dries up tears that I cannot stop.
That's why I come here for the second day in a row. Salt to salt, water to water. My tears to the sea spray. I want to drown the grief, that's just not good at it.
- Why are you crying?
A strange man. Well, the girl is crying, so go through ...
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A low male voice from behind my back seemed to creep into my mind, shattering into fragments two days ago. I cling to the parapet so that the knuckles whiten. The sea wind promising to grow into a storm dries up tears that I cannot stop.
That's why I come here for the second day in a row. Salt to salt, water to water. My tears to the sea spray. I want to drown the grief, that's just not good at it.
- Why are you crying?
A strange man. Well, the girl is crying, so go through ...
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Yevsei
The Germans entered the village of Malye Radunitsy in the summer of 1941 without a single shot. Yes, and who was there to fight? Eight women, one old woman and a couple of children are preschool children. The Red Army is to protect this former farm, and now a collective farm specializing in the production of pigs with a proud ...
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The Germans entered the village of Malye Radunitsy in the summer of 1941 without a single shot. Yes, and who was there to fight? Eight women, one old woman and a couple of children are preschool children. The Red Army is to protect this former farm, and now a collective farm specializing in the production of pigs with a proud ...
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Resounding blows, the clink of metal, male abuse, short, rough orders. Women's moans sometimes turned into a quiet cry, but then suddenly gave way to a sweet whisper, tender pleas and timid apologies. She begged him to continue and repeated after him dirty words that gave him pleasure. Well trained and depraved beast ... or helpless intimidated victim?
Vlad ripped off his headphones. From the velvety voice of Lyuda, during his interception, he constantly ran down the cheek
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Vlad ripped off his headphones. From the velvety voice of Lyuda, during his interception, he constantly ran down the cheek
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Russia under Catherine the Great was the first country in Europe and the World in terms of standard of living, quality of life and pace of development. Buildings, fortresses, palaces, universities were built, expeditions were conducted, wars were won, scientific discoveries were made. Life was in full swing and was full of events. So it was perceived by residents of cities. A completely different picture was in the villages and villages in which noblemen ruled, endowed with absolute power over their peasants.
The lord is the master of ...
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When I was nineteen years old, I came to Kiev to become a student at a prestigious university. Of course, in my hometown I had my own educational institutions, even the engineering profession could be acquired, but my ambitions drove me out of the house. Parents were not happy with such news, they began to dissuade. But when they were convinced that I was not going to change my decisions, they accepted it. Mom even offered to accompany me. Well, I flatly refused. They say, not small already, and I will perfectly cope ...
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Allow me to introduce myself, Irina Kiseleva. I am not a fantasy author, telling about me, and not the fruit of his imagination. I am his memory. One of the brightest and most impressive. From the category of those that remain in the heart for life and those that will never be forgotten. Without the past, there is no present, and without the present there will be no future. Who knows, maybe the chain of times will close once, and this memory will be replaced by a new one. But until that happens, take what is. Read, remember about me with ...
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This story came to me by email with a request to edit and put on the sites. I did it with great pleasure.
I like to read books, especially the so-called "Women's novels", which describe the life stories of the love of various people. I like to experience the feelings and emotions experienced by the heroes of romantic stories. But sometimes, especially when I am very lonely and want carnal y ...
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I like to read books, especially the so-called "Women's novels", which describe the life stories of the love of various people. I like to experience the feelings and emotions experienced by the heroes of romantic stories. But sometimes, especially when I am very lonely and want carnal y ...
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