She pours hot tea to me, I do not refuse. Then the leaves, and I continue to look after her - this extraordinary, beautiful young woman. Still stunned, I swallow my tea, and finally ask a neighbor: - Where is the woman who she is? They say she was found half-dead, dying of hunger, and fed until it once again did not return forces. Presumably, it is from Leningrad, and now works as a waitress in a club. Too it is beautiful with its fascinating forms, dark brown eyes and jet-black hair fluffy. Not to good. Maybe it even abandoned Russian, so she gave them information.
Hugo: Les Contemplations
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