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The apartment of Emily and James was steeped in the lazy rhythm of a Saturday that was already slipping
Thirty Years and Change It was a late evening in a little coffee shop on the corner of High Street.
Мам, может, отправим её в пансионат? шёпотом произнесла дочь в коридоре. Света, ну сколько можно ждать?
You ought to be glad my mother eats your food, the husband muttered, his voice echoing through the halflit hallway.
Even the dog wont touch your cutlets, James chuckled, tossing the plate straight into the bin.
Семья казалась идеальной. Отец, Николай Петрович, любил мать, Ольгу Алексеевну, искренне; они часто гуляли