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Max
That day everything was as usual. The hated trill of an alarm clock, getting out of such a warm, and cozy family nest in the morning, is so reluctant, and softly next to it, all so smooth. Favorite wife. One would like to hammer on everything, dive under a warm flank, embrace, remove a lock of wheat hair from a beloved ear, and whisper there, something affectionate, a little vulgar. Spend your hand on the steamy thigh from sleep, a short nightie rode up, and we ...
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That day everything was as usual. The hated trill of an alarm clock, getting out of such a warm, and cozy family nest in the morning, is so reluctant, and softly next to it, all so smooth. Favorite wife. One would like to hammer on everything, dive under a warm flank, embrace, remove a lock of wheat hair from a beloved ear, and whisper there, something affectionate, a little vulgar. Spend your hand on the steamy thigh from sleep, a short nightie rode up, and we ...
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Raindrops flow down the glass. Outside the window is night, and a huge soulless city, a city that I love and hate at the same time. The city does not sleep, this city never sleeps. Even late at night. In the muddy mist of the night rain, advertisements flicker dimly, the lights of cars creeping along the wet street blink, traffic lights blink slowly, there are still lights in many windows of high-rise buildings. City do not sleep, and I do not sleep. I remember. - Dasha fell asleep. That's how much I told her not to stay up late on the Internet. No, no matter ...
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Rain pours and pours. I dial the apartment number on the intercom. Several iridescent beeps and Tatiana's voice asks. - Yes, I listen. - Tan, it's me, Max.
The intercom stumbled, unlocking the door. I go to the entrance. Tatiana meets me at the open door. - Hi, Max. - She kisses me on the cheek. - Max, you're wet through, again did not take the umbrella. - Tan, I do not like them. You know.
I take a dripping wet ...
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The intercom stumbled, unlocking the door. I go to the entrance. Tatiana meets me at the open door. - Hi, Max. - She kisses me on the cheek. - Max, you're wet through, again did not take the umbrella. - Tan, I do not like them. You know.
I take a dripping wet ...
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- Saan, I can not choose ... I almost want everyone ... And what do you think? - Lera began to tease her husband for a T-shirt. - Foo, to the foot. Av-Av - Well, who would doubt, eh? His wife on the chain is ready to plant. At the door on the mat sleep put. Maybe even, and wear a muzzle? - Yeah. Without fail. With a cork, such. And so that the mouth does not close. Imagine, took out the cork, lowered it, closed the cork. Beauty. And most importantly, quiet. - & nbsp ...
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Raindrops flow down the glass. Outside the window is night, and a huge soulless city, a city that I love and hate at the same time. The city does not sleep, this city never sleeps. Even late at night. In the muddy mist of night rain, advertisements flicker dimly, the lights of cars creeping along the wet streets blink, traffic lights slowly blink, there are still lights in many windows of high-rise buildings. The city does not sleep, and I do not sleep. I remember.
Then it was also night and it was raining. - Do you love me? - Her eyes. In the twilight in ...
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Then it was also night and it was raining. - Do you love me? - Her eyes. In the twilight in ...
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The elevator did not work again. Alina sighed heavily, shove again with bags on the 12th floor. On the way from work she went to Auchan to buy all sorts of goodies, well, and as usual she was not limited to what was planned, she stocked up on food for a week. yes and economic small things the full bag has gathered. All of the purchased Alya drove to a bus on a trolley, barely loaded up with two heavy trunks, thank God the bus right next to the house stops, but so far it has reached the entrance. All exhausted.
And when I thought ...
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Gladiator.
Copper plaques kalig rhythmically jingle on a polished stone, with each step.
One hundred twenty six steps. And behind them, life or death. One hundred twenty six steps.
The gate at the end of the corridor opens, after the twilight of the corridor, a bright light dazzles. The measured roar of the crowd fills everything around. They are waiting. Waiting for the spectacle, waiting for blood. They long to see blood flow. Alien. They anticipate someone else's death. Fools.The time will come, and their blood will flow through the streets of the Eternal City, their lives will be taken with laughter ...
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Copper plaques kalig rhythmically jingle on a polished stone, with each step.
One hundred twenty six steps. And behind them, life or death. One hundred twenty six steps.
The gate at the end of the corridor opens, after the twilight of the corridor, a bright light dazzles. The measured roar of the crowd fills everything around. They are waiting. Waiting for the spectacle, waiting for blood. They long to see blood flow. Alien. They anticipate someone else's death. Fools.The time will come, and their blood will flow through the streets of the Eternal City, their lives will be taken with laughter ...
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On Monday, the first thing after returning from work, Lera took up dinner. Husband must be fed regularly, tasty and satisfying. A hungry husband, angry and irritable, and well fed and contented, very much the other way around. Well-fed husband, a pledge of family happiness. Feed the peasant, and then, you can take out his brain for your pleasure. He doesn’t hear anything anyway, and understands little, but you need it, so that he understands that you are blowing into his ears. And so, everyone is happy, you expressed what has accumulated in your soul, he missed ...
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I'm going home. In the paternal home, in which he was born and raised. And who left sixteen years ago. Family nest. There, probably, everything has changed? That which I remember is no longer there. And I changed. A naive, fourteen-year-old boy, no longer in sight. Memories float from the depths of memory, bright, sunny pictures. Here I am collecting sweet strawberries in a summer meadow in the forest. I am eight years old, I do not remember exactly, but I remember the taste of that strawberry, sweet, melting on the teeth. And sticky ...
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They are getting closer and closer.
Two pairs of black hands, grabbed her under the arms, pecking at the pain with tenacious fingers into the body. They pulled up sharply, roughly. Other hands clung to the ankles and calves, and again pulled up and to the side.
New hands, colorful, greedy, do not know pity, dig into the hips, back, buttocks, shoulders. Someone strongly pulls the hair.
Her naked body, crucified with these hands, is lifted upwards, above the crowd.
Before my eyes, only a bottomless, piercing blue, tropical sky with rare ...
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Two pairs of black hands, grabbed her under the arms, pecking at the pain with tenacious fingers into the body. They pulled up sharply, roughly. Other hands clung to the ankles and calves, and again pulled up and to the side.
New hands, colorful, greedy, do not know pity, dig into the hips, back, buttocks, shoulders. Someone strongly pulls the hair.
Her naked body, crucified with these hands, is lifted upwards, above the crowd.
Before my eyes, only a bottomless, piercing blue, tropical sky with rare ...
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