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They met by chance. She was returning from a friend, it was raining. A car passed by and sprayed it from head to toe. Unlike other driving hoeing paws, this one stopped. A man approached her, very solid and adult. He asked for forgiveness and offered to take her home. Polina then naturally refused. Although she was young and somewhat frivolous, she was not to such an extent as to get into a car to a stranger. He did not persuade her and on the phone called a taxi, went to ...
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Nowadays, video recorders were a rarity. So much so that the overwhelming majority have only heard of such a miracle, but have never seen it with their own eyes. How can you not remember the masters of free retellings of American militants, where scenes from Rambo, Red Heat and God's Armor were mixed in an incomprehensible way. These people had their fans. They asked: “Tell me about Arnold!”, Or “Tell me about Van Dame!”. Here I, for example, the first time ...
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The evening passed behind empty, meaningless conversations. Marina kept steadfastly, although there was some nervousness and tension in her actions. It seems that she was just beginning to understand what disastrous consequences this scuffle could have been, do not interfere so Kirov in time.
We got to sleep together, Marina without any comments or protests slipped under my blanket. I felt how tense she was, she was betrayed by an admitted laconic saying, quick breathing and a slight shiver. The girl is clearly ...
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We got to sleep together, Marina without any comments or protests slipped under my blanket. I felt how tense she was, she was betrayed by an admitted laconic saying, quick breathing and a slight shiver. The girl is clearly ...
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- ... Maybe you stay, Gosh? We will drink some tea. We spend, tkszt ... Do not be shy!
- No, no, Vadim Borisych, I will go. What am I going to give you here this thing? You have plans, right?
- Okay, really. I will have time. The tail of the Old Year is long, and it stretches slowly. Have you heard this?
- Do not ... Tail at the Old Year? Ahaha! Cool ...
- Well, so, Gosh?
- I do not know. I'll go, probably ...
On the threshold of the apartment Vadim Borisych was an amusing situation.
Gohar Melikanyan ...
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- No, no, Vadim Borisych, I will go. What am I going to give you here this thing? You have plans, right?
- Okay, really. I will have time. The tail of the Old Year is long, and it stretches slowly. Have you heard this?
- Do not ... Tail at the Old Year? Ahaha! Cool ...
- Well, so, Gosh?
- I do not know. I'll go, probably ...
On the threshold of the apartment Vadim Borisych was an amusing situation.
Gohar Melikanyan ...
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- Do you know what is important in a woman? - Misha scribbled while sitting on the toilet. - Back. - back? - came a surprised answer. - Yes. - This is a new perversion? - Old as the world. Imagine this: you see a woman’s naked back ... - Introduced. - ... Thin, flexible, flowing such ... This is not just a back. - What is it? - Promise. You see that the woman is naked. All her intimate is separated from you only ...
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Have you ever returned to your hometown, which has not been for four years?
You go on it like the first time. With each step, remembering some little things, cases, details. Learning something, getting to know something again. And thinking to myself: how to live now, after what happened? ...
The feeling of a small "cinema" gradually receded, although it was strong. Recognized buildings, shops, trees, and even people, people, too, little by little recognized.
Kapitolina Vetkina walked through her hometown as if by scenery. Like...
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You go on it like the first time. With each step, remembering some little things, cases, details. Learning something, getting to know something again. And thinking to myself: how to live now, after what happened? ...
The feeling of a small "cinema" gradually receded, although it was strong. Recognized buildings, shops, trees, and even people, people, too, little by little recognized.
Kapitolina Vetkina walked through her hometown as if by scenery. Like...
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"... They lived happily ever after, and died on the same day."These words ended the next novel.
- Yo fuck! Nahuymudoebat! ... - the book flew to the floor, sprawling pink cover up. Petraha threw it so that the sofa swayed with a jerk.
Loy Petraha, Tyschka Glavnishchi * khaernskogo garrison, hated pink novels. He hated love snot, hated romance, ahs, ooh and sweet happy ending. And it was completely incomprehensible why he avidly read these novels, after reading almost everything ...
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- Yo fuck! Nahuymudoebat! ... - the book flew to the floor, sprawling pink cover up. Petraha threw it so that the sofa swayed with a jerk.
Loy Petraha, Tyschka Glavnishchi * khaernskogo garrison, hated pink novels. He hated love snot, hated romance, ahs, ooh and sweet happy ending. And it was completely incomprehensible why he avidly read these novels, after reading almost everything ...
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Based on real events.
Squinting one eye, Tony MacRae peered at a tall, heavy man who approached the house.
There was a girl with him, light and swift as the wind. “Is this Gregory Hope?” - Tony asked the old man, repaired lawn mower. “He's the one, the devil's in my ass,” the old man replied, trying the launch. - And who is this with him? His daughter? - Yes, sort of. Frankly, I, Mr, will not tell you for sure. Here I will answer, say, "yes" or "no", but it ...
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Squinting one eye, Tony MacRae peered at a tall, heavy man who approached the house.
There was a girl with him, light and swift as the wind. “Is this Gregory Hope?” - Tony asked the old man, repaired lawn mower. “He's the one, the devil's in my ass,” the old man replied, trying the launch. - And who is this with him? His daughter? - Yes, sort of. Frankly, I, Mr, will not tell you for sure. Here I will answer, say, "yes" or "no", but it ...
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This fantastic tale is devoted to the inexhaustible theme of love between a man and a woman.
On the path leading to an abandoned bathhouse, there was a completely naked girl. The moonlight played with sparkles in her loose hair, reaching to the waist, and the thickets of nettle that exposed ...
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On the path leading to an abandoned bathhouse, there was a completely naked girl. The moonlight played with sparkles in her loose hair, reaching to the waist, and the thickets of nettle that exposed ...
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The September sun was warming quite summer-like. Artyom thoughtfully looked out of the window, listening to a little Russian, rather tediously speaking about the next classic of the 20th century. He didn’t have anything against them, but he didn’t have a desire to read something from their work after such an “advertisement”.
From the literature of his thoughts moved out on a recent birthday. Still, 18 years old is a long-awaited date. Some kind of frontier even. It seems like an adult he is now. Only here is an “adult” or “sort of like”? Not for some reason ...
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From the literature of his thoughts moved out on a recent birthday. Still, 18 years old is a long-awaited date. Some kind of frontier even. It seems like an adult he is now. Only here is an “adult” or “sort of like”? Not for some reason ...
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