Fyodor Dostoevsky. White nights (№ 154124)
And we didn't know what to say, we laughed, we cried, we said a thousand words without thought; we then walked on the sidewalk, then suddenly came back and started to cross the street, then stopped and again moved to the embankment; we were like children...
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MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 13:08
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