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He walked in the rain. The white dressing-gown stuck out from under his raincoat, the umbrella — like a sword with an absurdly moving guard — swayed over his head in time with the steps. He was gloomy, to become similar to the weather, and for the thousandth time cursed the whole world, petty dwelling on every single nasty thing. Stupid ...
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Outside the window violet twilight, the morning of parting came. He stood up, careful not to wake her, tiptoed into the bathroom. All his heart was at the same time overwhelmed with joy and sadness — the joy of the past night and the bitterness of separation. He knew that he would not see her soon, and ...
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Sleep running away from a warm hand
Gentle fingers caressing whiskey
And backstage white nights
Anyone who does not sleep, sings the nightingale
Thin fingers fell on his chest
Hair, confused, they want to fly away
And touch my flesh
What would blaze the flames of passion
Tart juice of recent love
Their...
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Gentle fingers caressing whiskey
And backstage white nights
Anyone who does not sleep, sings the nightingale
Thin fingers fell on his chest
Hair, confused, they want to fly away
And touch my flesh
What would blaze the flames of passion
Tart juice of recent love
Their...
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On this day, Dmitry returned home late. His "eight" flew, bathing in the light of the warm, warming city lanterns. This light glided through the streets, timidly crawled into the darkest corners of houses covered with night and buildings shrouded in bushes, reflected from passing by ...
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On this day, Dmitry returned home late. His "eight" flew, bathing in the light of the warm, warming city lanterns. This light glided through the streets, timidly crawled into the darkest corners of houses covered with night and buildings shrouded in bushes, reflected from passing by ...
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