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Something happened to me, there is no more doubt: I have ceased to receive pleasure from my work. Apparently, lately a number of small changes have accumulated in me, which I did not notice, and now a revolution in perception has happened. This became especially clear today, when to me ...
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They sat in a cocoon for the tenth day. At first, when they came to their senses, they could not understand where they were. It seemed to them that this was a continuation of a stash dream, a nightmare. Although - where does night come from? What a nightmare? It was Sunday, about twelve days, hot, sunny. They first ...
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Sometimes Alice woke up deep in the night. This happened especially often on windy and rainy nights. Vague sleep outside the window interrupted her sensitive, alert sleep. Someone’s footsteps seemed to her, sighs were heard, full of longing and desires, the attentive gaze in the slot seemed to be ...
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Something happened to me, there is no more doubt: I have ceased to receive pleasure from my work. Apparently, lately a number of small changes have accumulated in me, which I did not notice, and now a revolution in perception has happened.
This became especially clear today, when to me ...
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This became especially clear today, when to me ...
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