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That day, in fall of 2011, leg trips were at their most frequent, paper balls at their most bouncy and bullies at their toughest. Receiving those welc..
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Every life is a replica of the Hollywood Walk of Fame with its own lenghth, name-bearing stars embedded in the sidewalks and cement prints. All these ..
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My first translation of a Russian poem.
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The designer of the city is The Human-God named The Animator.His wish was to create darkness, the fine breeding ground of prospering crime preying on ..
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Lately, I often hear my house creak, crack, groan, rustle, sway and get back in place with a boom; the trees seem to be acting along: moving from side..
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All of us have a bad but favorite habit. My friend, for instance, likes collecting insects. Yup! Inside finished mayo jars. Another friend of mine lik..
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Snow is bits of letters that were never read either because the post service works poorly, or because a receiver burned, crumbled or chucked an envelo..
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I’ve met someone �" I felt kind of odd for this kind of talk.- You’re inviting me for a wedding? �" Max chuckled &..
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As I go through an enormous labyrinth, I see many people. The way we go is the same at first but shortly, we separate. I often accompany them towards ..
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I wasn't the one to write the original in Russian, I only did the translation into Emglish.
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