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- Well, show me your future husband. - said Zhenya
I raised myself over the sofa, reached out with my hand to an ancient, almost antique sideboard and pulled out a photograph that occupied a place of honor between the panes.
Zhenya began to examine her seriously, wrinkling his forehead ...
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I raised myself over the sofa, reached out with my hand to an ancient, almost antique sideboard and pulled out a photograph that occupied a place of honor between the panes.
Zhenya began to examine her seriously, wrinkling his forehead ...
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It has become incredibly boring to live, and, by the way, beautiful sunny weather adds despondency. Spring has come on the street, summer is coming, fool birds are completely crazy, but nothing happens in life. Oh, longing!
Leafing through my diary. Rereading records. All such nonsense. But I ...
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Leafing through my diary. Rereading records. All such nonsense. But I ...
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