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Concluding
Concluding
Вадим Головченко
© Вадим Головченко, 2021
ISBN 978-5-0055-4411-7
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero
Concluding
Volle
No DID WOIIY, IQI troublesome such storyteller is
Took it to the level of my beloved, and the highest sort of
Thinking. This could be am explanation of why penned. Being
True such though. I never spoke a Wooing Wrong Word to her. And
She said it. In addition, we made it. In addition, we have done it.
Once again no one understood us, but I was there and I
Remember clearly that day, when once a funeral was broken by my
Cough. I laughed hard when I arrived home. Finally this b*
Almost there, in my hands crying. And not in the dearest of
Sense 5s.
Chapter 2
A request on my dinner
I saw there if nothing ever happened, between her and me.
She was taking from me by Surprises of my own though no one ever
Was as surprised as ne. We then often laughed about it, and no
One ever took it seriously. «I want a hamburger on that». Said I
To the waiter. We must take it seriously, she replied. I ate,
In addition, thought. A lot about my wisdom to what I nearly had done to
Ex=wife. I thought nothing could be possible. In addition, that was not
Completely true now.
Chapter 3
The end.
I was walking down the street, while my neigbouw was
Passing by. I asked whether she was a hobo or not. She replied
Kindly «not». I said, let us do it, if you know what it means. She
Surely was not right by giving me a surprise slap on the face. I No big worry, nor troublesome such story teller is
At her blink of an eye at the edge of a door. She left. A letter
Said leave me alone, and I left the letter and all the thoughts.
The Person was hopingly dead. The interest been done. Lives
Such. I respond to it life I would, life Ideal taught me. And
That would be another Intone, to another story of my life.
We sit, and we talk. Yet again, we discuss what happened.
She does not reply to me. In addition, I wonder why. Why is she that
Immortal. Why she is strong. Why she level. We go and say hello.
That is to be kind as usual. What I see is nothing between us. I
Hope we would be dead. Not by any chance, but by the circumstances
Of our story. We can then go and speak to each other in a very
Quiet atmosphere, where no one can listen to us. Except, for
Perhaps, a person, unknown, unusual and desperately funny to
Me. What if? Surely not! And that would be hell glance, to my
Raising question. Raised though,
– Who is he?
==He is not him. – would she reply.
= -Then why would he?
– I did not understand = = her being to me politely. I could
Guess she is not that me once again, and does not understand
What is going on? However, I hope she must take it sincerely and say:
What was that opinion about, that, of mine. She is silent. Just
As me. Not speaking, not loving, and only hating each other. The
Whole world too. In addition, in this total hatred of us, only one can
Say who is right, who is not. Who once deadened our love? And
No big worry, nor troublesome such story teller is
At her blink of an eye at the edge of a door. She left. A letter
Said leave me alone, and I left the letter and all the thoughts.
The Person was hopingly dead. The interest been done. Lives
Such. I respond to it life I would, life Ideal taught me. А
That would be another Intone, to another story of my life.
We sit, and we talk. Yet again, we discuss what happened.
She does not reply to me. In addition, I wonder why. Why is she that
Immortal. Why she is strong. Why she level. We go and say hello.
That is to be kind as usual. What I see is nothing between us. I
Hope we would be dead. Not by any chance, but by the circumstances
Of our story. We can then go and speak to each other in a very
Quiet atmosphere, where no one can listen to us. Except, for
Perhaps, a person, unknown, unusual and desperately funny to
Me. What if? Surely not! And that would be hell glance, to my
Raising question. Raised though,
– Who is he?
==He is not him. – would she reply.
= -Then why would he?
– I did not understand = = her being to me politely. I could
Guess she is not that me once again, and does not understand
What is going on? However, I hope she must take it sincerely and say:
What was that opinion about, that, of mine. She is silent. Just
As me. Not speaking, not loving, and only hating each other. The
Whole world too. In addition, in this total hatred of us, only one can
Say who is right, who is not. Who once deadened our love? And
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No big Wily, for troublesome such storyteller
Of kindness, I have taken all that needed to be a man. Of the
The one I thought well. My father taught me a lot. Mom, OF Memo
Was kind to me too. Though never said anything wrong of the
Elderly. I besides that is natural humanity professor teaching
Eloquent art to my students, or people, let us say it that way! I
Think of hope, I think of my best attitude towards sciences
And greatness of misery to the interning life that approaches my
Nearest future. Yes, I teach logics, as well. MY favorite
Subject. Hope and despair awaits. Of course. The rest does not
Bother me; as such, I do not speak off men wiser. Hoping
In addition, longing the distance call. My best is always the worst. My
Motto, speak any altitude and me. The best is kind to me, myself
In addition, I.
In an event I have been speaking of loudly as a person of true will,
My favorite was that, the point of not, my not was a big
Trouble, though such I cannot valiantly judge. At the best, my
Friend taught me, and at the best, I had had been discussed. I then hoped
Not to be taking to the biggest event of my life. I was left in a
Shining prosperity of my life, as a puppet. No one would ever
Tell how POOL I was! Even now of my grand defeat I
Never took it too long to leave. And this is certainly the
Crassness! I then reversed it onto the horse riding ghastly,
Angrily and inadequately stupid. It took me a journey to arrive
To the place, I am safe and comfortable. I do not hesitate to say
It was my home. The Sweet beloved waited for me to see. She was
Vadim GolovchenkoNot a Troublesome StoryBy Napoleon BonaparteNOT A TROUBLE SOME STORY
Part I
Chapter I
A judgment’s day
First, she was irrestanebly funny. To what
Humorous is I don’t understand, but for god’s sake she was
Beautiful. She is not an interesting event of my life, though she
Is.:
I regret I have not met her before, I though still think
She is funny and entraining. My best view of that. I ITU set Say. I
Love it, and loved her. Exim was not interested much. My beauty
In this have taken my entire mind, of all kinds and S0Its of
Delicate thinking I was stupidly thought fun. Though great of
Virtue and talent, of the natural S0It, of course. I respect all
Kinds of humanity and treat them equally. I beloved the thought
Chapter One
Large American Adventure
Go out darkness
Today I woke up in nine morning. I strongly had ill
A head, after yesterdays had a drink with friends. I
Was not in itself, since it was reported me, that I
Itself wrong was there, and was a not «that fellow»,
Whether that. It was said me aloud oftentimes, but
You understand, being so drunk as though will
Begin badly to consider. It was simply «badly» for
Me, and nevertheless and I accepted it on the
Personal account. In fact, who they such, to dictate
Me who and what «good» I must be. There was
One girl, the young is satisfied is my colleague on
An office.
We worked – businesses were herein, on the
Same project and she me seemed to some not real.
This was the circle of my communication there. In
General, it sounds pretty queerly, but she always
Was very sincerer to me, but then, id EST last
Evening it became me her it is sorry, because she
Me seemed to very sad and boring. I did to her a
Small remark that looked as reproach, and then
Soon decided to drive to her in a joke. Know well
To support a beautiful, lonely woman. Alongside,
My wife stood not far.
And she heard it, and passed remark, critically
Enough. In my side. We went away, in general.
Then we began to find out the relations of
House, who was right and who no, all seemed
Ordinary, and it was very ill at ease me. She yelled
At me very long, and I did not survive and struck
She on face, so, simply blew over with indignation.
Kitchen fight, and maybe, here, me someone and
Will understand, I undertook, id EST caught a hand
About a kitchen knife, well and struck through to
Her in a breast
Thereon my vacations at liberty you will think
Close, the same, know, happy time. However, no. I went
From here a little rather.
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Deductions
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I met in an airport with a man in a form he looked
Like a gallant and polite man nescient what from
Me to wait such.
I was conducted by a stewardess to the
Airplane, at last. It was unusual. In addition, to me true
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