Twenty four

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Nuclear winter threw us off our pedestals into the underground, we covered ourselves with this stone, like a tombstone, we took from it what we could, but did not know that we were starting over. Obvious, but feigned Winter blew away with a frosty wind at once, leaving us only general schemes. And we had to grow again. And we grew.
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Data sheet
- Name of the Author
- Роберт Курганов
- Language
- Russian