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Ivan Kuzmich, retired with the rank of major, worked as a teacher in civil defense in one of the universities of the capital. The students themselves did not respect this discipline, but they liked Kuzmich. In the past, he was not a technician, but a techie, so the notorious army humor in his ...
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July 10, 2027 - Stop! - I shouted and rushed after him. - Stop the bus!
He waved his hands, trying to catch up with the car, but it was too late. The driver simply did not notice me.
I ran onto the track, ran about ten meters and stopped. - Heck!
The lungs were breaking, it seemed that the broken glass had been pushed into them. Breathing was hard and painful.
“But he ran through everything,” thought his physical fitness with annoyance. - It would be necessary to work out, and then ...
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He waved his hands, trying to catch up with the car, but it was too late. The driver simply did not notice me.
I ran onto the track, ran about ten meters and stopped. - Heck!
The lungs were breaking, it seemed that the broken glass had been pushed into them. Breathing was hard and painful.
“But he ran through everything,” thought his physical fitness with annoyance. - It would be necessary to work out, and then ...
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This morning was unusually creamy. The soft light of the cold winter sun flooded the room, ignoring the translucent beige curtains, and the girl who had been fighting with him all morning, spinning from side to side, still gave up.
“Hi, new day. “- Lyuba opened her eyes, smiled broadly, arched, and ran her hands over her face, as if brushing off the remnants of sleep. Soft slippers rustled on the floor, and the girl could not stop yawning, sweetly smacking on the way to the bathroom ...
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“Hi, new day. “- Lyuba opened her eyes, smiled broadly, arched, and ran her hands over her face, as if brushing off the remnants of sleep. Soft slippers rustled on the floor, and the girl could not stop yawning, sweetly smacking on the way to the bathroom ...
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Very often, events occur according to laws that are known only to them. Not always plans and dreams come true, but something that I could not dream of is happening.
The day started without foretelling anything extraordinary. As always, waking up early in the morning, climbed into the shower. Elastic and hot jets ...
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The day started without foretelling anything extraordinary. As always, waking up early in the morning, climbed into the shower. Elastic and hot jets ...
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Mid September. This year is pretty cool, not at all the velvet season.
But still we sleep with the windows open. It is cold, of course, but a warm blanket and hot embrace of a sweetheart allow the night cold to be perceived only as freshness, and to bask in the morning under the light of the curtains with the last “heating” rays of the sun and enjoy laziness.
So this morning was no exception. Slowly I wake up, free myself from embraces and sip, and my body rolls around like this ...
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But still we sleep with the windows open. It is cold, of course, but a warm blanket and hot embrace of a sweetheart allow the night cold to be perceived only as freshness, and to bask in the morning under the light of the curtains with the last “heating” rays of the sun and enjoy laziness.
So this morning was no exception. Slowly I wake up, free myself from embraces and sip, and my body rolls around like this ...
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It seems then my name was Lars. It seems that I was 21, and by that time I had not even finished my studies at the military academy near Nuremberg, having managed, however, to go through the war from Brest to Stalingrad. However, everything could be different, I don’t know where my reality was then . In that terrible dream, I tied up the wound caused by a shard in a small shed under Prokhorovka. Consciousness continually tried to escape to hell, but so far I kept it to myself. Otherwise - bleeding to death. Otherwise - death. Tied up. Those...
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A little background ... As is often the case, we met in the summer on the sea, on the last day of my holiday. Oksanke turned slightly over thirty, was about 170 years old, and had blond hair a little lower than her shoulders, slightly thin, but without an extreme. Acute facial features, but the expression is pleasant and inviting. Burning seductive brown eyes, sparkling mischievous gaze hiding under a waterfall of passion, temptation and rabid sexual temperament, as it turned out later. It all happened right away, first ...
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