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Предателей назад не пущу! громко объявил я, стоя у окна своей небольшой квартиры на проспекте Мира в Москве.

My mother will stay with us. Your mother should go up to the cottage, I decided. Hey, how about we go

The old Whitmore manor greeted Emily with a musty draught and a heavy silence. She flung the windows

Dont disappear hell think of me straight away, I mutter under my breath, halfjoking, halfthreatening.

**Дневник Андрея** Сегодняшний день не сложился. Бывает, конечно, знаю, но всё равно достало.

You’re not the lady of the houseyoure the servant, says Aunt Maud, sweetvoiced as jam but cutting

Step by step Emily and James were a young couple: she was twentyseven, he thirtyone. They had lived together

28May2025 The flat on the corner of Oak Street, where the old wooden doors still creak at the lift landing

13May I spent the morning tidying Grandfathers old cottage in the Cotswolds, and while sifting through

Eleanor slipped into her husbands study without a knock and felt a chill when she heard the fragment