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A whistle of a flying shell. Air, dissected by an iron pig. Explosion. Explosion - just behind the next hill.Missed. Missed again.Alive. I am alive! S..
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Kirill was pursued by some ill fate. Or maybe a healthy and kind one. It was quite difficult to find out, because when you have already sailed away fr..
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“Well, come in, come in, take a seat. What would you like to start complaining today, so to speak?” and face of the doctor in a black dres..
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“Commander, you, I do hope, clearly understand that you have been summoned here not by chance?” with these words the timeless leader of th..
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Today I have woken up extraordinary early - the sun itself hasn't had the time to rise on the east. I am awake for almost an hour, and still unable to..
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Salary... such a sweet word! Honest payment for your work, your self-pressure, your idleness, your indifferent-sad swaying day by day through a stuffy..
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Dirt. Slush. Dampness. Decay's smell. Water, dripping from a ceiling.It used to be here so for a time being. No one was ever going to fix this cellar,..
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I stopped. I stopped when have noticed a picture, totally breaking all conceivable and inconceivable laws of human logic. It wasn't simply strange... ..
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I stopped. I stopped when have noticed a picture, totally breaking all conceivable and inconceivable laws of human logic. It wasn't simply strange... ..
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This is the voice of the doomed. The call of those dying alive with no right for a cure. The cry of those who were unwilling and undesiring to alter t..
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