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Dzintari concert hall. Light concentric concentrates over the stage. Here the musicians tune their violins. Applause, everyone pulls the neck - the conductor came out.
The necks of old women are wrinkled, moving in the necklines of dresses like a turtle. The necks of men are hard and kadykasts like ...
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The necks of old women are wrinkled, moving in the necklines of dresses like a turtle. The necks of men are hard and kadykasts like ...
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When they left the restaurant, there was already a real southern night. They crossed a brightly lit square in front of a department store, walked about two hundred meters along the main avenue of the resort town and began to climb a spiral staircase, stuck to a white wall. We went in and stopped ...
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When Denis Ung's wife was hospitalized with an incomprehensible diagnosis, and soon it turned out that she would have to lie down for a long time - two or three months, Denis began to sleep restlessly, stay for a long time at the TV, greedily read on the streets of single women. His young strong ...
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When he came out to the podium, he continued to feel for some time part of the mass of people who were sitting in a dark unsymmetrical hall. But the border already lay between them. He stood, lit by the soft, bright light of the projector, and they dissolved in half-light and could afford to ...
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By the age of thirty, Erik had finally realized that women in his life were the most important thing. He can say that he couldn’t skip a single skirt. I was ready at any time, day and night, to break into the windsome with some selfless, sometimes even the most frightening of his own. AT...
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