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I am Sanya. I'm already 18 years old. Although “already” is relative, of course. For our village where I live, it’s a lot. And for urban - I like a jerk more.
This is how I live: getting up at five in the morning, helping my mother with the housework, handling the cattle. Often neighbors are asking for something. Like a squirrel in a wheel. No wonder. I don’t have a father - he died of cirrhosis of the liver when I was only six. In our village it is almost not “professional”. For three hundred and a small residents only 42 ...
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This is how I live: getting up at five in the morning, helping my mother with the housework, handling the cattle. Often neighbors are asking for something. Like a squirrel in a wheel. No wonder. I don’t have a father - he died of cirrhosis of the liver when I was only six. In our village it is almost not “professional”. For three hundred and a small residents only 42 ...
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Friday evening. He came home from work and was sitting in the kitchen, slowly picking at the remains of the fried eggs. Something tired today, even Friday is not happy. And my wife looks, too, without much mood. Sits, the show overwhelms. Okay ... now in the shower, you look and relax a bit. Get away from work. I prick the last piece of scrambled eggs on a fork and suddenly the doorbell rings. I hear Natasha gets up from the couch, goes into the corridor. The sound of the chain, briefly asks something through the door and shouts towards the kitchen: - Alyoshka ...
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This story began when I came home from a hunt on a warm September evening. I almost always go with my friends to this man's occupation. Most often with an overnight stay. I especially like to go hunting in the fall. With the opening of the hunting season, when all the hunting brethren stayed home and look forward to finally leaving the city - I am no exception! And all autumn, every weekend and all the possible time off, I disappear in the fields and forests. And now, after the next departure from ...
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Every year, December 31, my friends and I go to the bathhouse. Just kidding Of course not! Not the 31st. And not December. And not with friends. But the rest is almost true. My name is Nikolai. I am 32 years old. I am married, my spouse is named Valya. We have two kids. My life is nothing remarkable: home, yes work. And in general, I am an ordinary person, calm and at times even lazy. Only once a year, me and all my rather big family are full of energy over the edge. Usually in June, we leave from the bored of ...
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“My God, how long ago I didn’t go by train ...” thought Marina, and with relief she got out of the car. A small train, having stood literally a minute, started off on the road, leaving her alone at the old station.
As soon as the train departed from the improvised apron, it crossed the rails and, passing along cracked concrete slabs, with grass densely sprouting in the gaps, descended the old metal stairs to the beginning of the dirt road. Today, unfortunately, the platform, in fact, as well as the road ...
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As soon as the train departed from the improvised apron, it crossed the rails and, passing along cracked concrete slabs, with grass densely sprouting in the gaps, descended the old metal stairs to the beginning of the dirt road. Today, unfortunately, the platform, in fact, as well as the road ...
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Valentin entered the entrance of his house and was not at all surprised that the elevator doors literally closed in front of his nose and he smoothly went somewhere up obeying an invisible challenge. “Bitch ...” - Valya cursed angrily to himself, and leaned against the wall, waiting. - "As always. One shit ... "
Recently, as he put it, shit surrounded him everywhere. Work is shit. Things are going shit too. Personal life - generally ass! Partly, this was his own fault. Valentine, with ...
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Recently, as he put it, shit surrounded him everywhere. Work is shit. Things are going shit too. Personal life - generally ass! Partly, this was his own fault. Valentine, with ...
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Dasha could not get pregnant. For two years now, as she and her husband have tried in vain to find marital happiness. Passed the survey, handed tests. My husband is all right.She - in general, too, no obvious pathologies and abnormalities. Age is the most suitable: husband 25, she is 22. But alas ...
Doctors repeatedly shrugged. “Wait, try ...” - everything Dasha heard from experts. And when all the tools have already been tried, one colleague at work advised Dasha to go to one ...
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Doctors repeatedly shrugged. “Wait, try ...” - everything Dasha heard from experts. And when all the tools have already been tried, one colleague at work advised Dasha to go to one ...
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“Bed? Bad! It`s an another bad ... May be not so? “- the music center of a mediocre song of an unknown singer was breaking out. A play on words: bed ... bad ... someone else's bed ... maybe everything is wrong. Song stupid, if you delve into its meaning. And if you do not delve into - then go. Dynamic, beautiful melody, beautiful voice of the singer. I, it seems, the only one who paid attention to the translation. And the rest was just fun.
Our company was sitting under a shed at Valera in the country. Gathered with the old ...
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Our company was sitting under a shed at Valera in the country. Gathered with the old ...
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Littered, young thing! Actually, this happened almost every day. Dianka and I have been married for three months now, and we all could not get enough of each other. And alternately, then I, then my young wife, and most often both at the same time, acted as the initiators of hot and passionate sex in the most unexpected places. I do not know how much, and what exactly attracted her in me, but for me, my beloved radiated fluids with all her appearance. Small, graceful, long-haired, curvaceous and long-legged attracted ...
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Tired like a dog. It is already past eight o'clock in the evening, the working day is over at six, and I am still sitting at the papers ... Work, work, work, and, after all, one cannot get anywhere, as they say, from a submarine. It is hard to imagine that just a year ago I was happy that I had found a wonderful job, and in my specialty, also very close to home. In reality, everything turned out to be not so rosy, as it seems at first to a young energetic specialist. Work, over time, became just work. Nothing...
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