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Standing on the staircase, he painfully looked at the bell button. It has been a good five minutes, but he still could not decide. Leave or call? Common sense and the elementary instinct of self-preservation prompted an indisputable decision to leave. The absurdity of everything that happens ...
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Standing on the staircase, he painfully looked at the bell button. It has been a good five minutes, but he still could not decide. Leave or call? Common sense and the elementary instinct of self-preservation prompted an indisputable decision to leave. The absurdity of everything that happens ...
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By the age of thirty, Erik had finally realized that women in his life were the most important thing. He can say that he couldn’t skip a single skirt. I was ready at any time, day and night, to break into the windsome with some selfless, sometimes even the most frightening of his own. AT...
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It was a warm summer evening. I was tired of sitting at home and watching TV, and I decided to walk the streets of the city. I put on my lips, adjusted my makeup, and proceeded to the choice of an “evening dress”. She took out of the closet long-forgotten elastic trousers that she wore during her junior years ...
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Chicago quickly disappeared below; the grid of street lamps merged with the glow of city blocks against the background of the deep blackness of a still lake. We climbed, gaining altitude in our first flight across the Atlantic to England, at Christmas 1992.
She sat motionless next to ...
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She sat motionless next to ...
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All the characters in this story are not fictional.
Any dissimilarity with real people.
considered unintended.
Instead of an epigraph
Dedicated to Zita
The party was in full swing. Vadim was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room and was looking at the familiar faces of former classmates with pleasure. They...
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Any dissimilarity with real people.
considered unintended.
Instead of an epigraph
Dedicated to Zita
The party was in full swing. Vadim was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room and was looking at the familiar faces of former classmates with pleasure. They...
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It was a wonderful July evening. The lilac twilight had not yet had time to transform into the impenetrable darkness of the night, but the stars were already clearly visible and shone unusually brightly. Inessa went out into the courtyard to take a walk with her little friend - a black fluffy ball, who was called ...
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