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- The fool ... I all life on a bog. It is rather ... itself ... would drown. - Yes, of course, forgive, - the captain returned to a hall, took off boots, put feet in soft slippers. Them there was couples ten not less in a special felt bag which hung in a hall. - And company name? And the Wreath, having hung on Nicheyka who came running on shout, it was spat by blood and cu - The fool ... I all life on a bog. It is rather ... itself ... would drown. - Yes, of course, forgive, - the captain returned to a hall, took off boots, put feet in soft slippers. Them there was couples ten not less in a special felt bag which hung in a hall. - And company name? And the Wreath, having hung on Nicheyka who came running on shout, it was spat by blood and cursed everything on light. Nicheyka brought it to a well, lowered on the earth and poured water, washing away blood. The wreath shouted and Nicheyke on teeth cut. Clinging to a felling, he rose and, writhed, looked back on a knyazhy porch. Record was not really good, but voices were heard distinctly, and it was possible to sort each word in spite of the fact that conversation happened, apparently, in a crowded place. - I suggest to go to depth of the continent. Sooner or later we will leave to housing. There had to be someone after ... Lesh, and it is possible to call this natural education technogenic accident? - You think, it was not it? She embraced the husband and nestled facing his shoulder. From a black quilted jacket the unpleasant smell proceeded, but Natalya of it did not notice. For it now was to force the main thing Evgeny to believe. I look at Masha through a cigarette smoke. Masha looks at my fingers and does not raise eyes. I feel that she understood how to me it is now lousy. As I am cold, drearily and humiliating from powerlessness. I feel that Masha wants to kill from me at least that pain which a curve nail sat down at me after our yesterday's meeting in the flooded wood. But now I ispsikhovatsya so and was tired that to me all good motives of Masha are indifferent.


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- The fool ... I all life on a bog. It is rather ... itself ... would drown. - Yes, of course, forgive, - the captain returned to a hall, took off boots, put feet in soft slippers. Them there was couples ten not less in a special felt bag which hung in a hall. - And company name? And the Wreath, having hung on Nicheyka who came running on shout, it was spat by blood and cu - The fool ... I all life on a bog. It is rather ... itself ... would drown. - Yes, of course, forgive, - the captain returned to a hall, took off boots, put feet in soft slippers. Them there was couples ten not less in a special felt bag which hung in a hall. - And company name? And the Wreath, having hung on Nicheyka who came running on shout, it was spat by blood and cursed everything on light. Nicheyka brought it to a well, lowered on the earth and poured water, washing away blood. The wreath shouted and Nicheyke on teeth cut. Clinging to a felling, he rose and, writhed, looked back on a knyazhy porch. Record was not really good, but voices were heard distinctly, and it was possible to sort each word in spite of the fact that conversation happened, apparently, in a crowded place. - I suggest to go to depth of the continent. Sooner or later we will leave to housing. There had to be someone after ... Lesh, and it is possible to call this natural education technogenic accident? - You think, it was not it? She embraced the husband and nestled facing his shoulder. From a black quilted jacket the unpleasant smell proceeded, but Natalya of it did not notice. For it now was to force the main thing Evgeny to believe. I look at Masha through a cigarette smoke. Masha looks at my fingers and does not raise eyes. I feel that she understood how to me it is now lousy. As I am cold, drearily and humiliating from powerlessness. I feel that Masha wants to kill from me at least that pain which a curve nail sat down at me after our yesterday's meeting in the flooded wood. But now I ispsikhovatsya so and was tired that to me all good motives of Masha are indifferent.

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