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Prologue
Yurka never thought that he would get involved in such a strong virtual friendship.
Not a day, not even two hours could have passed, so that they and Crocodile Gena would not exchange a pair of stebeches. Old Kroko was an ironic, Yuri, all the more, and the topics for communication were themselves. Actually, it was one and the same theme - the mocking shoveling of the universe upside down - which was raised every time in a new light and new circumstances.
They met by chance. Soon the day already seemed to be lost, if by ...
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Yurka never thought that he would get involved in such a strong virtual friendship.
Not a day, not even two hours could have passed, so that they and Crocodile Gena would not exchange a pair of stebeches. Old Kroko was an ironic, Yuri, all the more, and the topics for communication were themselves. Actually, it was one and the same theme - the mocking shoveling of the universe upside down - which was raised every time in a new light and new circumstances.
They met by chance. Soon the day already seemed to be lost, if by ...
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At the entrance to the bus station El Duelo studio boiled excitement. Dozens of journalists with cameras, voice recorders, cameras and other reporter tackle guarded large prey: movie star Lea Velard and her husband Riccardo Munoz. From their return to Spain, the star couple had avoided the paparazzi, and they were ready to eat their tape recorders, but did not give up.
At some point, the nervous noise suddenly intensified, as if turning the knob
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At some point, the nervous noise suddenly intensified, as if turning the knob
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“The main feature of intercourse in Spain is that it is always a duel between a man and a woman, and the duel is hidden. The game, consisting of defaults, half-hints, half-hopes and half-bans, brings the heat of passions to the highest point - and then ... "
(From some book)
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In one of the October evenings of 20 ***, the film director Riccardo Munoz was sitting on the veranda of his house near Cadiks.
With him was the young actress Lea Velar, in the recent past - a wildish schoolgirl from the Cantabrian backwoods, and now "live ...
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(From some book)
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In one of the October evenings of 20 ***, the film director Riccardo Munoz was sitting on the veranda of his house near Cadiks.
With him was the young actress Lea Velar, in the recent past - a wildish schoolgirl from the Cantabrian backwoods, and now "live ...
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- Katka, you ubiiiiytsa! Where is the dress, damn it ?! - And mine? Are you not yet ... Fuck, damn it! I finally can go nuts ... - Girls, girls! Well, what a vocabulary, ë-ëë!
Everything in the Oblzhansky house was not only mixed up, but also shoveled, and turned upside down: Sandra and Mariabel Oblzhansky gathered for a great event, which was anticipated for the whole month. All this time, it was savored, thought over, discussed in every way - and despite the fact that the charges still began at the last moment.
All over the house were scattered ...
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Everything in the Oblzhansky house was not only mixed up, but also shoveled, and turned upside down: Sandra and Mariabel Oblzhansky gathered for a great event, which was anticipated for the whole month. All this time, it was savored, thought over, discussed in every way - and despite the fact that the charges still began at the last moment.
All over the house were scattered ...
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Gene never thought that he would again be in the children's clinic, which he was familiar to pain.
Every corner of it awakened in him a long-standing fear of injections and a desire to face the mother. Mom had rested in the next world for many years, and the shots no longer threatened his ass, reborn in a new status: Gena came here to sign an agreement on the supply of syringes.
The head, Larisa Vyavna Klyokoshapskaya, as usual, was late, and Gene had to wait for her along with the little patients and their mothers, who were gradually filling the corridor ...
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Every corner of it awakened in him a long-standing fear of injections and a desire to face the mother. Mom had rested in the next world for many years, and the shots no longer threatened his ass, reborn in a new status: Gena came here to sign an agreement on the supply of syringes.
The head, Larisa Vyavna Klyokoshapskaya, as usual, was late, and Gene had to wait for her along with the little patients and their mothers, who were gradually filling the corridor ...
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- ... Yes, you look! Avona what a colorful! Yes, with birdies, with bushings! And materyal something, eh? pure Hebe, a hundred percent, or more! You wrap it up with a handkerchief from above - don't leave your eyes, these are the cross! Masha! ... - Na-sha Ma-sha, man-ny porridge, plump little snout, soft kakash ...- Mashun! Well, straight knife pó heart! Do not you like something? - Like, like, granny, - Masha went to her grandmother and smacked her cheek. - Thank you. In the lecture hall, perhaps, this artifact will look somewhat exotic ... but, at the end ...
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Her name was Kisse. George met her on one of the countless islands of the Aegean Sea, where he rested savage.
The island was small, like a thimble, and all consisted of chalk cliffs, blindingly white as glaciers. They were drowning in a deep blue sea and the same sky. The sun was burning through the blue, and from the white fire that had been turned over into the sea and sky, dizzy.
Every dawn, George asked himself if he was going crazy, and every sunset looked at the sinking sun, sitting on the rocks, which were made red, to ...
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The island was small, like a thimble, and all consisted of chalk cliffs, blindingly white as glaciers. They were drowning in a deep blue sea and the same sky. The sun was burning through the blue, and from the white fire that had been turned over into the sea and sky, dizzy.
Every dawn, George asked himself if he was going crazy, and every sunset looked at the sinking sun, sitting on the rocks, which were made red, to ...
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All night I dreamed disturbing dreams, where the day before yesterday appeared old man with a rod. He laughed like a cartoon devil, and I roared in a dream - just like in childhood. Waking up, I first scored Maya.
“The subscriber is temporarily unavailable ...” Having dressed and swallowed what had come to hand, I got into the car and rushed towards her.
No one answered the intercom. I went around the neighboring houses to make sure that I was not mistaken - but no, everything was right. It was Maya's house, her apartment, and Maya did not open. But how? she did say ...
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“The subscriber is temporarily unavailable ...” Having dressed and swallowed what had come to hand, I got into the car and rushed towards her.
No one answered the intercom. I went around the neighboring houses to make sure that I was not mistaken - but no, everything was right. It was Maya's house, her apartment, and Maya did not open. But how? she did say ...
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Once, in childhood, I first saw a living statue.
I was then eight years old. A silver girl, frozen, strangely beautiful and fragile, struck me. I could not understand how this could be. It seemed to me that it was impossible - to paint living people like this, moreover, girls, young and beautiful, right on the living, like some thing - on their delicate skin, on the face, neck, hands ...
Then some strange melancholy overwhelmed me, and I stood and looked, looked, goggling, at her, living and inanimate one-while ...
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I was then eight years old. A silver girl, frozen, strangely beautiful and fragile, struck me. I could not understand how this could be. It seemed to me that it was impossible - to paint living people like this, moreover, girls, young and beautiful, right on the living, like some thing - on their delicate skin, on the face, neck, hands ...
Then some strange melancholy overwhelmed me, and I stood and looked, looked, goggling, at her, living and inanimate one-while ...
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My cousin Gwen is the best girl in all of Llurline, and in all of Wales too! No one has such gorgeous hair, and such eyes, green as juniper, and such a glorious face that it is wet and hot right at the heart when you look ... Recently, she turned eighteen and we celebrated the birthday party with the whole street. Because everyone wanted to see her, see how her pink cheeks burn — and give her something, and stay with us to admire happy Gwen and catch her smiles ...
Gwen - n ...
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