We knew from the first moment. One day we would wake up somewhere else, far apart, for no necessary reason, following the twisted path of our lives. Ursula was a season, a fifth season of the soul, half autumn, half spring.
Liza Vasilievaje citiralaпре 7 месеци
He fills my glass to the brim
Liza Vasilievaje citiralaпре 7 месеци
She sighs serenely
Liza Vasilievaje citiralaпре 7 месеци
lucre, the accursed lucre of the Dutch traders
нажива, проклятая нажива голландских торговцев
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