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Valerka
– What’s your name? – I asked.
– Valerka! – he answered slowly, thinking about the consequences of our talk.
His face was motionless, his eyes were looking into one point. He was sitting on an old bench (if it could be called a “bench”), so old, that it seemed to fall into pieces....
album: Still life
short story Incomplete thoughts head Ñontemporaries portraits
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