/ The authors / Mikhailov
Good that I appeared in the kitchen. In the movie it was different, the hero returned to different places after desires. And good, because I was hungry. Even more than angry. On the table was all the food that appeared after my first super desire. But there was no grappa, you can see I finished everything while I was gone.
I did not seem to disappear, I just closed my eyes, survived another mess, and here I am again in my chair in my house, assuming, of course, my guest.
The guest was busy. Petrovich was left without a jacket ...
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I did not seem to disappear, I just closed my eyes, survived another mess, and here I am again in my chair in my house, assuming, of course, my guest.
The guest was busy. Petrovich was left without a jacket ...
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My eyes opened, habitually inspecting the familiar walls of my kitchen. Everything was in its place, like Petrovich, sitting opposite me. Although the interior still has new details. The table was decorated with a large and dusty bottle with a clear liquid, surrounded by some snacks. “Ivan Nikolayevich, I allowed myself some liberties here,” he circled around with food on the table, “it seemed to me that this would now be appropriate. Pour?
I nodded silently. A faceted glass to me, filled with ...
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I nodded silently. A faceted glass to me, filled with ...
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The film ended, I sat in the kitchen and smoked. Funny movie turned out to be. It was called "Blinded by desires." I knew the actor, he starred in “Mummies”, but I forgot how to call. The actress, who played the role of the main character and part-time devil, could only be forgotten by the most stale of lovers. Liz Hurley is just awesome, just super!
Scrolling through the cinema in my head, I smiled to myself, that’s a fool, is it possible to be so stupidly dispelled by desires? Okay, for the first time set foot with ...
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Scrolling through the cinema in my head, I smiled to myself, that’s a fool, is it possible to be so stupidly dispelled by desires? Okay, for the first time set foot with ...
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They called me from the street, “Wan, go to the table, everything is ready.” Blissfully stretching out on the feather bed, I stood up with a jerk and rushed into the courtyard, where the table was already laid. A simple country snack, looked superbly. Potatoes, corned beef, boiled eggs, and moonshine with pickles. Grace, in a word. And at the table my Valechka was waiting for me. Baba is mine. Here's how the first time she took me by the hand then, and I understood, mine. Yes, I will tell you everything in order.
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Fuck did not want to. Totally. No In the scrap ...
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Fuck did not want to. Totally. No In the scrap ...
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Damn frost. Everything froze well just through. Eomae, the impression that even the hair on his legs turned into tiny icicles. Petrovich tried not to think about his gastronomic set for a bachelor's dinner: two eggs and a sausage (metaphor). And if possible, move in such a way as not to hurt the place, suddenly hears a ringing sound. Although then, in principle, everything, and you can die in this frost. Life is over.
So thinking about the impermanence of life, Petrovich swam across the ocean ...
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So thinking about the impermanence of life, Petrovich swam across the ocean ...
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“Vaska, Vaska, come back,” the mother barely managed to catch Vasyan at the shirt, “where?”
Vasyan tried to escape, but without success: - Yes, on the pond, with the boys. - What is the pond? - he was dragged away from the door, - and help his father? No pond until you help your father with the hen house. - Ma, yes, Dad can handle it himself, he let me go.
The mother stared at her son doubtfully: “You're lying, come on.” - No, ask yourself.
Coming from the veranda, the mother ordered him ...
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Vasyan tried to escape, but without success: - Yes, on the pond, with the boys. - What is the pond? - he was dragged away from the door, - and help his father? No pond until you help your father with the hen house. - Ma, yes, Dad can handle it himself, he let me go.
The mother stared at her son doubtfully: “You're lying, come on.” - No, ask yourself.
Coming from the veranda, the mother ordered him ...
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I'll report it to you, it was a real ass.With a capital letter! Eh, yes that there with a capital letter, all the letters in this word, looking at this miracle, were capitalized - BACKGROUND! No more and no less. What else are there asses, buns and other rubbish, or whatever they call this part of the body in conversation? Looking at the forms that swayed in front of me, I was worried no worse than these agitated pillows covered with sports leotards. Wow! And I did not want to go a fool. Now I’ll be skating with Seryoga all week. But...
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Hello. From nothing to do, I decided to describe my interesting evening. So where do you start? To begin with, I actually sat in the closet. In which? In the usual wardrobe. On the shoulders down shirts, dresses and even some kind of clothing. Probably. It was dark after all. In general, I tell you, it is terribly uncomfortable to sit in the closet. I will not even explain why. Especially since I've been in the closet for about an hour. Again, I guess. I turned off the phone, out of harm's way. Not enough yet, that he would not what ...
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Damn, well, what she was still terrible. I looked at her and could not believe what I got into. Well, wih, well done. He cooed with Lena on the adjacent armchairs. Helen was a sweetheart. Face, hair, figure, just from the picture. Why, who will tell me why pretty ladies always have scary girlfriends? What would look like stars on their background? I do not know, Helen and without her ugly (God, ugly, fearful!) Girlfriend could shine Aki sun. Maybe beauties ...
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A week ago I was stunned by the upcoming vacation. Hooray, to go to work, calls, nerves and subordinates. Ahead was two weeks of such a native Turkish coast, full of idleness. That was a week ago. And what now, you ask? No, the vacation did not disappear anywhere, the vouchers did not melt, Turkey lived and was in good health. From the schedule of the trip evaporated wife with mother-in-law. Fie, you wife naturally stayed where to go after 20 years of marriage. My dearest mother-in-law, God bless her unimaginable health (she is still ...
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