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And he opened his mouth and didn't close it all the way. I didn't have time to put in a line. And he was talking such nonsense. People go to meet them, almost at the temple twist. And Makar is mine-the chest of the wheel, the pride of the first degree, well, the king of the world, where to go. And I'm burning with shame… Oh … Guys. That young – that old. They're always trying to make an impression, and they don't know how to do it. At least the books that you read, but where is there…
Nina's face changes, and the romance disappears.
NINA (softly): well, I couldn't get away from him. I regretted it on my head. Now I'm working off karma, or whatever it's called.
He gets up from the bench, twists the rug.
NINA (loudly shouts to nowhere): Makar!
He shakes his head in a
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2 APARTMENT OF ZHANNA AND OLEG
evening. Residential furnished bedroom is no longer a young married couple. Exhaling heavily, Oleg goes to bed in his family underpants, socks, Slippers, glasses on his nose and with a newspaper in his hand in the direction of the bed.
There is a moderately calm cry of his wife (a cry exclusively for volume, a quick ma
Oleg stops, his whole appearance makes it clear that, of course, he forgot about the pills. But he doesn't say anything.
There is a moderately calm cry of the wife (the cry is only for volume): Clearly. Okay, I'll get you everything, go to bed!
Oleg settles down on the bed, unfolds the newspaper, begins to read it without much interest. Quickly scans, removes.
A cheerful and cheerful Jea
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