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"The long journey began with a step of a small foot"
The forest is a special place for the hunter's daughter.
Once, Dad led me to the edge of the woods and solemnly handed me a doll, created by myself, made from woodcaps and rags. Beautiful woman with a painted coal face.
I happily squealed, kissed my father and right there, near a large pine tree, sat down to play, childishly instantly detaching myself from the world.
Dad gently took the doll out of my clinging paws and in one movement smashed it against a tree, into slivers. - Nick, whatever you do ...
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The forest is a special place for the hunter's daughter.
Once, Dad led me to the edge of the woods and solemnly handed me a doll, created by myself, made from woodcaps and rags. Beautiful woman with a painted coal face.
I happily squealed, kissed my father and right there, near a large pine tree, sat down to play, childishly instantly detaching myself from the world.
Dad gently took the doll out of my clinging paws and in one movement smashed it against a tree, into slivers. - Nick, whatever you do ...
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In Maruggio, the current resort, and in the recent past, a sleepy little town in southern Italy, near Taranto, every street boy will tell you a legend about Atranio and Camille, local saints.
Atranio and Camille have become a kind of brand of the town. On March 8, on the day of their commemoration, bells are ringing in all the churches of the city, long lines of newlyweds are lining up to the temples, wishing to get married on that day, and the grooms retell the bridal love story of Atranio and Kamilli for the millionth time.
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Atranio and Camille have become a kind of brand of the town. On March 8, on the day of their commemoration, bells are ringing in all the churches of the city, long lines of newlyweds are lining up to the temples, wishing to get married on that day, and the grooms retell the bridal love story of Atranio and Kamilli for the millionth time.
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After yesterday’s stormy evening, I slept like a log. I did not hear how Tanya's parents left, or how she herself rose.
The way things worked out in the last few days, I was completely satisfied and finally put my vigilance to sleep.
Taking a shower, Tanya timidly looked into the hall. Alexey was still sound asleep. She remembered how he had worked with Ivan over her holes yesterday, and had a pleasantly tightened lower abdomen. Yes, she was a terribly spoiled girl, but until recently it was all ...
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The way things worked out in the last few days, I was completely satisfied and finally put my vigilance to sleep.
Taking a shower, Tanya timidly looked into the hall. Alexey was still sound asleep. She remembered how he had worked with Ivan over her holes yesterday, and had a pleasantly tightened lower abdomen. Yes, she was a terribly spoiled girl, but until recently it was all ...
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I can't do this anymore, I just can't. On this day, two things stood firmly: the terrible heat and my dick. And both equally drove me crazy. Sitting in a stuffy office with a sickly working air conditioner is a real torture, especially if you do not like your job. But, what else can a lazy graduate of economics do, how not to work as a clerk in the civil service?
Sex was not already 3 weeks, as fled with the ex-bitch.
They say there are assholes who talk to their member. It seems to me that mine is covering me now ...
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Sex was not already 3 weeks, as fled with the ex-bitch.
They say there are assholes who talk to their member. It seems to me that mine is covering me now ...
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Inna Andreevna. She married while still a student. She and her husband were considered the most beautiful couple of the whole institute. Bore a child, fed him. By this time, her husband had grown fat and lazy. In addition, he had not been too energetic and businesslike before, and now he has become a mattress, almost ruining the advertising firm that the newlyweds received as a wedding gift from his parents. Then Inna Andreevna decided to take matters into her own hands. She proved to be a tough uncompromising boss who ...
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- Masha, stop laying the table, come here, Uncle Vanya arrived.
Uncle Vanya - the heart skips a beat, and then, catching up, makes two at once. Dad has an anniversary today - 45 years. He does not like noisy holidays, so they invited only the closest ones: a couple of his friends, father's sister Lyuda and the recently appeared sweet heart. I am walking on stiff legs into the corridor.Ivan Ivanovich and his wife, Natalya, are taking off their outerwear, Dad is fussing around. I am amazed again and again, what is he ...
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Uncle Vanya - the heart skips a beat, and then, catching up, makes two at once. Dad has an anniversary today - 45 years. He does not like noisy holidays, so they invited only the closest ones: a couple of his friends, father's sister Lyuda and the recently appeared sweet heart. I am walking on stiff legs into the corridor.Ivan Ivanovich and his wife, Natalya, are taking off their outerwear, Dad is fussing around. I am amazed again and again, what is he ...
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Went through, some days, some events of bygone days. Recalled a curious story. Decided to share. Maybe you, dear reader, it will be interesting.
We then had 18. All gathered in his native town, in parental homes. They arranged, as usual, to meet last year’s graduates. The feast took place in the only decent institution of our quiet town. We drank, ate. We danced and shared our impressions experienced during the first year of study in universities. Not all did, of course ...
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We then had 18. All gathered in his native town, in parental homes. They arranged, as usual, to meet last year’s graduates. The feast took place in the only decent institution of our quiet town. We drank, ate. We danced and shared our impressions experienced during the first year of study in universities. Not all did, of course ...
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She was the most blonde blonde he had ever seen. Her hair was not even flaxen, but moonlight - their color was mixed from some elusive alloy of gold, silver and platinum. Even peroxide clarification did not give such shimmering silverness, which nature and the sun, the cruel southern sun, which had completely burned out her hair, gave her. It was a natural color, never touched by paint. Someone, and Lipatov understood such things. He saw it in the roots, in the whiteness of the eyebrows and eyelashes, and in the freckles, and in the eyes — aquamarine and transparent — like shallows under Fiolent. Such whiteheads are found only in villages and in the provinces, where ancient genes are still strong and have absorbed the millennial sun of the steppes. At dusk, she seemed to be gray, and it was strange to look at a half-child figure with a white cloud-like head.
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Christine was sitting in the living room, climbing with her legs on a large leather chair. Her cheeks were burning, her eyes wandered aimlessly or thoughtfully froze, resting on one point. She continually sighed somehow hard, as if she really didn’t have enough air, and sometimes began to unconsciously pull at a light curl that had come out of a sloppy homemade hairstyle. A huge vintage Goethe volume with gilded page edges and copies of old engravings, unveiled on ...
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I raise a son alone, without a wife. Andryushka's mother is still lying in someone's bed even now. I sued Andryushka from her even then, at the very beginning, and since then we have fun with him ...
No, we understand each other perfectly! Andryukha and I are the best friends. We and all games are cut together, if I have time. But in the team, Andryukha is not understood. Even when he was in kindergarten, the problems started, but when I was in school, I forgot what quiet evenings were. Everybody complains about him, as they simply went crazy, as if ...
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No, we understand each other perfectly! Andryukha and I are the best friends. We and all games are cut together, if I have time. But in the team, Andryukha is not understood. Even when he was in kindergarten, the problems started, but when I was in school, I forgot what quiet evenings were. Everybody complains about him, as they simply went crazy, as if ...
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