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Poet Jim Morison wrote: L. A. Woman. I write: L. A. Women. L. A. - My initials.
L - Livshits, A - Alexander. L - She is. And she. But sometimes I write AL. I always try to change. I pay tribute to the name and surname.
In my opinion it is important. At the moment, the choice is in government securities. Last name then ...
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L - Livshits, A - Alexander. L - She is. And she. But sometimes I write AL. I always try to change. I pay tribute to the name and surname.
In my opinion it is important. At the moment, the choice is in government securities. Last name then ...
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I love the forest, nature. After graduation, my parents wanted me to go to medical school, follow in their footsteps, but I went to study at the Forest Institute. Summer practice took place in a remote village, at the forester with experience. Ivan Stepanovich was an experienced forester, and I have a lot with him ...
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The huge clock on the wall sang the usual evening melody and in complete silence they tried to count ten. A soft voice of a computer, announced from the office: “ding-dong-dong, received a message”, was connected to the last tolling speech. My husband and I straightened out.
- - And this ...
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Today is a special day. Yes! It happened, I met Him.
And after all, what happened, I just looked into His eyes, by the way, what charming eyes, but now it is not about that, but it seemed to me that all the lightning in the world struck me (and they also say that a spark ran through, nothing ...
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And after all, what happened, I just looked into His eyes, by the way, what charming eyes, but now it is not about that, but it seemed to me that all the lightning in the world struck me (and they also say that a spark ran through, nothing ...
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As the star shines in the depths of the abyss. As the rays of the sun warm the body and soul. How victoriously Spring marches on, dispersing darkness and evil that has accumulated during times of anguish. So you appear, transforming the universe from a mere trifle into festive splendor. The world triumphs. Holding ...
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