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

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

Dobrovolskaya Gayane. Her grandmother was a gypsy, by nature

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

Rybina-Egorova Alena.
It was getting dark

Akimova Margarita.
The fog was falling on the fields

Korepanov Alexander. A rather boring time was approaching

Vandysheva Svetlana.
There was a rosehip on the table

Bilyaev Roman. The sky was already breathing in autumn - Ples