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Having parked the car, I went on foot. On the outskirts of the city I had a small house, where I sometimes stayed for the night, and this time I wanted to be alone. It was a warm summer evening, the air was filled with the scent of greenery. The silence was broken only by music from a small ...
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Our artillery company went into the woods to dig trenches. Everyone was allocated a territory, and we began to work. Vitya and I decided to goad the bastard with this boring occupation, and go to the village next door. Before the village, we walked for about ten minutes, there the wedding was just walking and we decided ...
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It was already quite late when I said goodbye to my friend and went to my house. On the street of chalk snowstorm, a strong wind pierced through me, forcing me to wrap a scarf. But finally, through a blizzard, I saw my house. Having accelerated a step, having overtaken some passer-by, I am a bullet ...
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This story was told to me by a friend. She happened to Pasha and his wife Lena this summer. All the facts and names are real. He told her to me so that I could give advice on what to do.
In this summer, as you know, there was a strong heat. Pasha and his wife were on vacation and to communicate with ...
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In this summer, as you know, there was a strong heat. Pasha and his wife were on vacation and to communicate with ...
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We sat on the couch. My Darling gently stroked my face and nothing foretold anything like that. Although our door to the room was closed (but not the latch), the parents did that run hither and thither behind the door behind the door. We talked about something, then our views overlapped ...
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Her name was Luba ...
He met her in the park, when the dank autumn tore off the last clothes from the unfortunate trees, and poured rain on them in plenty. Here and then drizzle, something nasty, cold ...
He drank beer, grimacing after every sip - his throat ached, and beer, as luck would have it, was cold ...
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He met her in the park, when the dank autumn tore off the last clothes from the unfortunate trees, and poured rain on them in plenty. Here and then drizzle, something nasty, cold ...
He drank beer, grimacing after every sip - his throat ached, and beer, as luck would have it, was cold ...
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