Boris Pasternak. Doctor Zhivago (№ 290450)
Now, to confess I wanted... Death is looming... Maybe every minute... the Tooth is going to tear, fear, hurt, ready... And there is not a tooth, all, all of you, all my life... group and out like tongs... what's that?.. Nobody knows... And I was sad and scared.
№ 290450 Added
MegaMozg 13-06-2017 / 11:41
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