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Clothing Distributors features
Maria's life has appeared being presented with many features. In thirty five, all in three years after a birth of the daughter,
it has died. A congenital heart disease. Ex fashion model has remained with the her
clothing distributors. Natasha, thank G-d, has gone in US. Daddy and has not
appeared, and they and did not wait. Pride. What trick have followed after Michael
Sergeevicha's notorious arias and congresses of the deputies who have lost from
gratuitous freedom an intellectual potentiality, it is known to all. The socialist desert
promptly turned to capitalist jungle in which, the main clothing business "predators",
were not places for them. It turns out, she is not on a draft has picked up the scepticism. It has tired out disturbing bell more deeply in consciousness - it is necessary and to have a rest. Having stopped at a news-stand, distributor has bought all press and has gone to hotel. Having entered into number, it has thrown lots of a printed matter on a coffee table. The huge brown clothing case taken from the machine, it has set up on an armchair, has opened, has not for long rummaged in bowels and has taken on white light notebook. John has got the parabolic aerial with the send-receive device. All these technologies it has arranged on a table at a window, has connected and that has sent by e-mail the letter of such maintenance: " Hi, buddy! On a place has arrived. The basic intensity proceeds from the provincial house. Not a clothing field, and something new. Before communication ".
But Morgan it stood still, it could not detach eye away from the black “spot” on the floor.
I raised at first glance lifeless crow, but suddenly he madly began to be beaten in
my hands. I approached the broken window and let out crow from my hands
I tried to quiet to Morgan, but it did not hear me. This sign of death shook it.
For Morgan it became entirely badly, especially regarding clothing problem. All nine days she slept, the assaults of cough rarely woke it. When assaults concluded Morgan's [izmozhdennaya] again it filled up. And here the assaults of cough ceased, respiration stopped. To my Morgan is finally alien the deliverance from the tortures.
I ordered to carry body Morgans into the tomb. Itself I rose into the room Morgans in
order to according to tradition burn bed of dead person.
I gathered the pillow cases of blanket, sheet, clothing and suddenly I revealed under the
pillow black feather. Small feather is black as jet-black…
I kindled fire in the fireplace. And when fire I sufficiently burnt it threw bed "bele" into the
fireplace. Fire rapidly absorbed clothing, then when the fire already almost of "pogas" I
took black feather and threw him to hot coals.
I could not sleep. I lay on the bed and looked into the ceiling, he looked at the shaking
pale shadows. Night already came, three spark plugs already almost burnt. But sleep,
until now, did not go to me, noise of wind after the window no longer could overtake to
me sleep as earlier. I continued by the scattered view to look first at the walls and clothing that to the ceiling.
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