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The morning is foggy, the morning is damp. September 1 came again, and Zinochka crossed the threshold of her native school. Brilliant clean floors, smart children with bouquets of gladioli and dahlias, funny faces sunburned over the summer.
Like everyone else, Zinochka today was cheerful and smart. She was new ...
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Like everyone else, Zinochka today was cheerful and smart. She was new ...
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