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Veronica went down to the common room. She was wearing only shoes, black grace and stockings. In the flowing hair alela rose. There were no panties on her, and the dark spot of the pubis stood out sharply against the background of the dazzling legs. The customer was waiting in the corner on the couch. It was a wrinkled old man in ...
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(based on the story by Anton Chekhov of the same name)
The court counselor Semen Petrovich Podtykin examined himself from head to foot in a mirror, poured a quarter of a bottle of perfume on his bald head for baldness, wrapped a silk robe brought in by the father-in-law from China, and, burning with impatience ...
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The court counselor Semen Petrovich Podtykin examined himself from head to foot in a mirror, poured a quarter of a bottle of perfume on his bald head for baldness, wrapped a silk robe brought in by the father-in-law from China, and, burning with impatience ...
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Cramp on the patch of the dance floor was terrible. Every now and then you were shoved, shoved, somebody's heads and arms were heaving around: Alena was two hundred times, not less, stepping on her feet, shoving her elbows under the ribs and in the stomach several dozen times, and some moron standing back to her and...
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Her husband was waiting for her at home. In a specially rented apartment - a lover. And if the husband, perhaps, did not feel much impatience, then about the lover, who traveled for the meeting for a hundred and fifty kilometers, this could not be said. She is still, like the last idiot, stuck on ...
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