Mary Faris. Better crane (№ 290207)
Ramon left. Long the clock ran, the fat crept behind it, and officials clapped folders: I didn't know how to lure a stubborn old man. One morning we saw from the height of our San Luis becomes the bottom. Rose water. "What's up with Ramon?" - we asked from chickenshit people in ties and jackets. Those waved: "Yes, he died. Live in peace already." But still we have not lived: on the submerged Church still the bells rang. Now not only to the service, and at night.
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MegaMozg 11-06-2017 / 14:04
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