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The attic was, as usual, cluttered with dusty crates, boards and stuff. There was a big pile of wood shavings under the lathe. Sue and I had usually l..
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Like yesterday, there were a lot of people on the beach. Again there was loud misic booming from the sunbathers’ portable speakers and cars. Aga..
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The next day my dads came and, as always, forced me kicking and screaming into the car and drove to the country. They kept me there for a month - and ..
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My nightmare about the villa began to come true as early as August of that year. When the excruciating July in the country was over and I was dumped l..
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One day, in the end of August Gran Zoya and I had a very big argument.It was one of those rare sunny days of late summer; after the incessant cold rai..
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My route went in one direction, to Sue’s place. As I came by her tacky wooden house surrounded with an overgrown garden the first thing I heard ..
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We sat on the roof of a shed near the mentioned above phone booth the villagers used to call the city from. Neither Sue nor I knew where else to go; s..
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It was September now and I was back in the city when one evening our phone rang and sobbing Gran Zoya without saying hello or calling my name said bri..
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I remember that day in perfect detail.In my diary, the large checkered notebook of A4 format, I mentioned it as my happiest day ever.Although, for the..
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The coffin was finally buried into the ground, the flowers put on the grave, and the funeral procession moved to the cars to go to the wake at Kruglov..
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