Иоанна Хмелевская "Подозреваются все" / Joanna Chmielewska "All suspected": Роман
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Joanna Chmielewska. All suspected. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:42 |
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HOW I HAVE NOT WRITTEN THE STORY laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:42 |
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Since early youth I was tormented by a burning desire to write a story. It was so old, so deeply rooted that, apparently, was born at the same time with me. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:43 |
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I didn't dream of career of the movie star, or about marriage with the fantastic prince. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:44 |
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I wasn’t interested in all this. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:44 |
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I dreamed to write the story. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:44 |
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In immemorial times of the early childhood I intended to write an impressive story about love. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:45 |
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About love, of course, unfortunate because in happy I didn't see anything interesting. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:45 |
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I myself had to play the role of the main heroine, the young girl of extraordinary beauty and the outstanding advantages, having ardent feeling to some little known person. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:45 |
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The person was the burning brunette with black eyes and black moustaches. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:48 |
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The first kiss has forever connected us in some unusual circumstances: black horses, night, a terrible storm, a hailstones, lightnings, an edge of dark forest. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:48 |
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God knows why it all looked so dramatically! laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:49 |
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Storm night was replaced in the magic lunar evening, I had shaved off person’s moustaches and liquidated horses. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:49 |
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Then came other changes, both in appearance and in behavior of the main characters, but no matter how I tried, I've never been able to go beyond the first kiss scene. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:49 |
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And once there was insignificant at first sight a case which has knocked me from this theme. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:49 |
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I was already twelve years old. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:50 |
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Late in the evening I sat at home at the table, lit a lamp, in a society of mother and her sister, my aunt and read great detective named "terrible hunchback," from which the blood froze in veins. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:51 |
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The detective was so terrible that I climbed with feet on a chair and double up on it in a very uncomfortable position, trying to take as less as possible places. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:52 |
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I was deathly scared and tried not to put out an extremity, which undoubtedly were exposed to the biggest danger. laranazira 10.08.11 в 12:52 |