Ruby Chef. Prose in English
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The summer was excellent – warm and sunny until mid-September. Autumn came gradually to a golden border on the trees. The islands of red foliage on maples appeared ingratiatingly and beautifully. Birch leaves were slowly spinning in the air. It was nice and while it was neat on the street. The rain had passed with thunder, but there was no thunderstorm. It’s cold. But the sun appeared and could not believe that it is not particularly warm.
Rimma longingly thought that she had to put on warm clothes to go outside. In the spring, extra clothes have to be removed, and in the fall you need to add something warm to the wardrobe every day. Do not want. Sunday. You can just look at the fall from the balcony and not go out. It turns out a kind of self-deception to extend the summer. In the evening there could be dances in the white tent, but last week they were not there, so she strongly doubted that they would be.
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– And in the box waiting for us information? – interested asked Rimma. – Oh, and the space pilots ejected from the ship?
– Baby, you’re a miracle! – exclaimed Sidor Sidorovich, pulling out of his pocket amber rosary. – Can you fly?
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