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Долго ещё будешь терпеть это? снова прозвучал холодный голос умершей бабушки, когда Василиса спускалась

Ive got to tell you about that crazy week I had at the clinic on the edge of the village, the one with

Victor Chapman closed his eyes. Thirtyfive years ago, Ethel lay in a hospital ward, pale and exhausted.

Emily stood by the rainsplattered window of her flat, watching October turn the night into a watercolor blur.

Муждальнобойщик вернулся с рейса и привёз с собой незнакомую женщину. Теперь она будет жить с нами, радостно

19March2025 Im writing this in the quiet of my study, hoping the ink will hold together the fragments

Мам, ну послушай, все мои друзья уже с жильем, родители помогли, говорил взрослый сын, а я вот женюсь

Emily Baker was standing by the window of her flat, watching the October rain turn the evening into a

Monday, 6November I was frying meat patties in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands on

Mother loved everyone. Margaret never loved her sons. To her they were dimwitted, narrowminded, rough