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By the third year in the correspondence department of the philology department, which was called either the faculty of brides or the kingdom of women, only two boys remained. Brunette Roma was considered an enviable bridegroom, and blond Tolik did not use success among classmates: he was considered a “boy-girlfriend” and did not ...
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almost real story from the common life of the late 80s
It was a long time ago, when the summer was warmer, the water was wetter, and you could live a day on the ruble, without particularly restricting yourself. Or maybe it was just when we were younger and sharper. Yes, a lot of years have passed, barely walking then ...
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It was a long time ago, when the summer was warmer, the water was wetter, and you could live a day on the ruble, without particularly restricting yourself. Or maybe it was just when we were younger and sharper. Yes, a lot of years have passed, barely walking then ...
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It happened on New Year's Eve. I then studied at the fourth year of philology.
I remember, we went to buy products on Lybidska. Like a madman, I ran through all the shops, looking for a hundred-millimeter "Camel" ... In one tedious lecture I went to the toilet. They smoked here. Asked for a cigarette ...
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I remember, we went to buy products on Lybidska. Like a madman, I ran through all the shops, looking for a hundred-millimeter "Camel" ... In one tedious lecture I went to the toilet. They smoked here. Asked for a cigarette ...
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Let's start with pouring out the soul.
This story took place about 4 years ago in the capital of Belarus - Minsk (who suddenly does not know). Then I was still a student of the 2nd year “Kulka” (Belarusian University of Culture). In the hostel where he lived (I was from another city) not often, but they were going to ...
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This story took place about 4 years ago in the capital of Belarus - Minsk (who suddenly does not know). Then I was still a student of the 2nd year “Kulka” (Belarusian University of Culture). In the hostel where he lived (I was from another city) not often, but they were going to ...
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C Lyubasha, we met at a disco. I studied in the first year of the institute with a degree in computer science and programming, and she is in medical school. Both of us were from the periphery and lived in student dormitories. It was an interesting time, a foreign city lack of parental care ...
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