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September 28 2012 05:48:13.
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Rozi has presented the young man standing up for it
nervous smile and, without lifting a head not to meet the eyes of it,
has hasty walked back to a taxi.
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the road service station in portsajde represented a stocky spacious building
with dim walls from sandstone. The diversified buses - not only
traditional grejhaundsovskie, but also belonging to companies "Ó±æª«í²ºíº§",
"amerikan pasfajnders", "hajvejz" and "the express train" - have surrounded istern with kontinental
station, having thrust by muzzles in landing platforms. Rozi they have seemed
similar to the fattened chromeplated pigs who have dropped to dummies
extremely disgusting mother.
It has stopped at a front entrance and has glanced inside. The station has appeared
not such populous, as hoped (searching for rescue in crowd) and simultaneously
was afraid (for fourteen years during which did not see anybody, except
own husband yes its two-three colleagues occasionally coming with it on
supper, it has caught agoraphobia, fear of the big open spaces),
most likely for the reason that there was a middle of week and holidays in
the near future was not expected. And still in a station building was, on the first
sight, the person two hundred. One loafed aimlessly up and down, others
sat on old-fashioned benches with high backs, someone played
video games, someone drank coffee at a bar rack, to windows of cash desks there were small
turns. Small children scaredly clung to hands of mothers, threw back
heads and, lowing, as the lost calfs, considered represented on
ceiling the faded wood landscape.
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