/ The authors / Alexander Lobanov
I usually returned home from work not too late, but today I had to be delayed, and I went out into the street, as early as 11:00 in the evening. It was cool and frosty outside, the month of March stood and the melting snow crunched under boots, frost rose, I fastened my jacket and hid my hands in my pockets. Before...
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