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The scent of blooming apple-trees Fills all my heart with finest booze, And on my lips your bitter kiss Is sweeter than the mango juice. Our fragile love - Alas! - is dead, And ne"er will our souls unite! Wherefore you needed to behead This fair maiden? Why? 2010
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Новые книги авторов СИ, вышедшие из печати:
О.Болдырева "Крадуш. Чужие души"
М.Николаев "Вторжение на Землю"