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Oh, love me without thinking,
Without longing, without a fatal thought,
Without reproaches, without empty doubts!
What is there to think about? I'm yours, you're mine!
Mikov
While serving in the Chechen Republic, I have often heard the love story of a simple Russian soldier from both Russians and Chechens ...
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Without longing, without a fatal thought,
Without reproaches, without empty doubts!
What is there to think about? I'm yours, you're mine!
Mikov
While serving in the Chechen Republic, I have often heard the love story of a simple Russian soldier from both Russians and Chechens ...
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It happened on a spring sunny day on the feast of Holy Passover. Outside the window, in the fresh May wind, the first birch leaves were trembling, a ray of sunshine was playing in her magnificent brown hair. Her parents went to matins in the church and we were left alone.
With my hairy hands, I ...
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With my hairy hands, I ...
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