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MariamMariam30 марта 2018 г.Так что лучше быть сильным и жестоким, чем честным. По крайней мере питание лучше. А мораль зависит от состояния твоего желудка, а не от состояния твоего народа.
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verbeImperfect20 октября 2016 г.Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone, always, forever. All dead, like stones. But what does it matter? You still have to go to work in the morning. You still have to live.
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"Why do you want to be a nurse, Kseniya Yefremovna?"
"It is better than being a rusalka."3215 - verbeImperfect18 октября 2016 г.
I look at you, Masha, and it is like drinking cold water. I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
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Wild_Iris14 октября 2015 г.In both marriage and war you must cut up the things people say like a cake, and eat only what you can stomach, she said to me later. Look who is so wise now, I said, and she answered, To have two husbands, I must be four times as clever.
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orangeka24 сентября 2015 г.You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
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marya_tokovaya15 сентября 2014 г.If the world is divided into seeing and not seeing, Marya thought, I shall always choose to see.
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puddleglum30 марта 2014 г.Читать далееAsk anyone, and you will be told that Russia’s greatest military man is General Frost. He whips our enemies with ice and freezes their guns in their paws and sends out his dogs. On the breast of General Frost hang more medals than icicles. Should you ever be so lonely and unlucky as to be a soldier in Russia—may some unbusy god preserve and keep you!—you may see him. Hold your left hand over your right eye, put a lump of snow in your mouth, and crouch in a trench all night without sleeping, and you may spy him wandering through the drifts, laying his hand on German heads and turning their helmets to death masks.
But, alas for us, General Frost was blinded in his youth. An oily rag he wears over his useless eyes, and the old man is just as happy to gobble up Russian souls as the Hun, as anyone else. It makes no difference to his big stomach. He blunders, the old god does, and his dogs get off the leash, yapping away into the dark.
No one could get out. Nothing could get in. Winter’s bitch dogs got hold of the ration cards, and shook them until they broke in half, and then in half again.3167- puddleglum20 марта 2014 г.
Yes, Marya thought, the smell of woodsmoke and old snow pushing back her long black hair. Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.
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Viscious28 мая 2012 г.Marya Morevna passed a hand over her eyes. A year and more now, that she needed glasses. Look, those glasses said from her desk. Look, how much you are not like the others. You grow older and your eyes wear out. In case you could ever mistake yourself for belonging. Marya supposed this was why no one asked after stolen fairy tale girls. What embarassments they turn out to be. They grow tempers; they join the army; they need glasses. Who wants them?
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