Book: Quiet Flows The Don
The same bread rises, poisoned by cattle. From the dew, from the sun, the stem pushed into the ground rises; first bends like a man torn by an unbearable weight, then straightens, raises his head, and the day shines to him in the same way, and the same wind shakes ...
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MegaMozg 04-11-2020 / 22:06
We have only one road, but everyone travels differently ...
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MegaMozg 27-08-2020 / 15:24
Bitter and hurt that some slugs rule the country. Lack of will, weakness of character, inability, indecision, often simple meanness - that directs the actions of this, I may say, the "government".
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MegaMozg 29-07-2018 / 15:20
Every fool in his own crazy.
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MegaMozg 13-03-2017 / 11:50
We hear the sounds of approbation not in the sweet roar of praise, but in the savage cries of indignation.
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MegaMozg 17-01-2017 / 21:37
The winner is the only one who knows for what he fights, and believes in his cause.
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MegaMozg 16-01-2017 / 21:10
We, in fact, pawns on a chessboard, the pawns don't know where to send their hand...
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MegaMozg 15-01-2017 / 21:27
Well, old, seen, became Aksinya... will the young woman crying because the heart will grab random memory?
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 16:43
She depletes me. I'm exhausted physically and resemble bare sunflower stalk. This is not a woman, and fire with smoke.
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 12:11
The black background of the thawed ground, always tempting and brighter white the remaining patch of snow.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 17:12
- I disgust you, after all this, right?
- It was a test.
- What? Aging?
- No, sense.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 21:52
Write and itself admire how bright was combined in me all the best feelings of the best people of our age. Then you and the gentle-spirited passion, and "the voice of reason hard". A jumble of virtues in addition to the other advantages.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 19:08
At the fork, to put it simply, below bunt, hopelessly torn trousers, repoli; Zadonskiy like overripe watermelon. Hope that the stitches will hold, ghostly. With the same success it is possible to sew and watermelon.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 19:08
The driver turned it on your face lightly with a snub nose, who seemed only to have joined up between ruddy cheeks, to look into the glass.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 19:08
Avid Indian heart to pity, to caress.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 15:58
