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Laughter, loud laughter and whistle. And among them that, with the freckles, laughs by ringing voice, and it looks at it by its enormous eyes. Beautiful. But all around, as it did note only now? Around- that - spring. It became shiny by the painted shops and by the whitened borders, turned green court, and - flowers grew on the trees. And feet by themselves slow down step, and it is desirable to stand still in order to take pleasure by this beauty. But it is not necessary to stop, these in the court, for one easy motion alone of freckles on its face they are prepared for everything. It - beautiful, and it not in the offence. Let it laugh, if by it is ridiculous. It and itself, probably laughed. King. Surname was hitched by foolish mockery, they forgot its name. King. It is foolish, and it does not go to it: the sleeves of its jacket have long ago been short, it hides all hands into the pockets, and cap- cockerel - it how much remembers itself - always in it, and itself it entire noncollapsible, and nose - by enormous sad . Here such here is it king. Houses - immediately from the threshold, meets the heavy smell of medicines, it is oppressive and dark, and [dedushkin] the cough, long- long, and in the corridor sullen linoleum spilled by dirty- bloody river, flow into all rooms and kitchen, and it was chilled by sad lava. And on the wall-papers - sad tones, the discolored patterns, and by the heavy velvet, which shut spring and light - gloomy curtains. Will return soon the mom: in both hands along the bag, it will break into a run first of all to the grand-dad, it will iron rapidly in motion tomcat, it will become in the plate, and only then in passing: “Well as you?”. But as he? Perhaps you will describe to mom about thousands of small disappointments: on the freckles, which are laughed from it, about the lessons, on which it is desirable to fall asleep, about the theorems, proofs to which for it so remained incomprehensible, about the classmates, who do not give to it passage, about the changes, that they became nightmare… No, to it this to tell to nothing. And the quietly person on duty will growl out: “it is normal”, it [pobredet] along the sullen river t
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