Was

Shalaev Alexey. There was no smell of cheese here. 4th Syromyatnichesky Lane

Korotkov Valentin.
The bathhouse was flooded

Sulimov Alexandr.
It was an angel

Gerasimov Vladimir. Moscow. Big Rise. It was recently.! As it was

Dobrovolskaya Gayane. Her grandmother was a gypsy, by nature

Stolyarov Vadim. The fire was burning and the songs were sung

Vevers Christina. Moscow was built over centuries. View of Moscow City, the Christ the Savior Cathedral, and the Ukraina Hotel

Poluyan Yelena. The city was washed by the spring rain

Knecht Aleksander.
At an unnamed height

Razzhivin Igor. The sunset was streaming its last crimson

Kalachikhina Galina. The sky was already breathing autumn

Voznesenskiy Aleksey.
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Abaimov Vladimir. It Was Night and the Nightingales Were Singing

Panteleev Sergey.
It was covered with snow

Dobrovolskaya Gayane. I was sitting by the window in a crowded hall

Knecht Aleksander.
It was the month of May