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ОглавлениеEach separate page was like a fluttering flower-petal, loosed from your own soul, and wafted thus to mine.
—Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac, act iv, scene viii
Each separate page was like a fluttering flower-petal, loosed from your own soul, and wafted thus to mine.
—Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac, act iv, scene viii
