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She
was blind. Her life was divided into two parts: that inside, - beautiful,
native, secure; that out of door, - rakish, is sharp, often badly smelling,
overtaking her for arms drawing in a turnover vanities.
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russian |
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| poems 1999 | ||
| millenium | ||
| we'll never die | ||
| like shadows... | ||
| prose | ||
| drawings | ||
| about me | ||