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sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk sleduiushchikh fragmentov: "That's
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perevedi literaturno na russkii iazyk fragment: It was now the central fact of O
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perevedi literaturno na russkii iazyk: She did love their house with its comfort
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perevedi na russkii iazyk literaturno fragment: "Well, the fact is that Allen is
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sdelai literaturnyi perevod fragmenta: On the sixth day the first body to be rec
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perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk fragment: "How do you feel?" he whispered
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sdelai perevod na literaturnyi russkii iazyk fragmenta teksta: The bright aftern
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perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: He nodded, further underlining the resol
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perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: He emptied the contents of her drawers a
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perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: "Why afraid?" "Just a figure of speech,"
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perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: But there was no way to turn around. Ins
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sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: "And when you find it?" "We'll tak
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sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: She nodded and sucked in a deep br
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sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: Vivien washed his wound with perox
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sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: "It will be like looking for a nee
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sdelai literaturnyi perevod na russkii iazyk: LIEBERMAN IN LOVE As soon as he en
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sdelai perevod na russkii iazyk v literaturnom stile: At Nick's, Lieberman dance
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USER: perevedi literaturno na russkii iazyk fragment: It was now the central fact of Orson's life, a phenomenon that defied all the laws of logic that normally ruled his cool, analytical lawyer's mind. Lily had become a part of him, an overwhelming need greater than physical hunger, greater than himself. It was impossible to fathom, and endlessly fascinating to contemplate and discuss. How? Why? "Why you?" His eyes drifted again to the activity outside the aircraft. A man in a kind of plastic uniform held the nozzle of a large hose, looked upward, and raised his hand, vapor curling from his mouth. "Because you were there waiting for me," she said again, surely for the thousandth time. "I was minding my own business. I had just won my biggest case. I was content, happy, a good family man with a devoted wife, a beautiful little boy. I had security, self-worth, substance, selfcontainment." "Me, too," she said, "except for the little boy." "Then why?" "Because it wasn't true." Perhaps, just at that moment when she had asked the banal question, Is this seat taken? he had been making inquiries of himself. Is this it? Is this all there is or will ever be? Had he glimpsed the future at that precise point in time? "I lifted my eyes, and there you were. Everything that I was before self-destructed, and when the parts came together again, I was a different person. And from that mini-second of time all that mattered was you." "Yes. Yes. Exactly. Everything changed." "I love you more than life,...
CHATBOT: Teper' eto stalo tsentral'nym faktom v zhizni Orsona, iavleniem, kotoroe prenebregalo vsemi zakonami logiki, kotorymi obychno rukovodstvovalsia ego khladnokrovnyi, analiticheskii um advokata. Lili stala chast'iu ego samogo, podavliaiushchei potrebnost'iu, bol'shei, chem fizicheskii golod, bol'shei, chem on sam. Eto bylo nepostizhimo i beskonechno uvlekatel'no kontemplirovat' i obsuzhdat'. Kak? Pochemu? "Pochemu ty?" Ego vzgliad snova skol'znul k suete za bortom samoleta. Muzhchina v kakom-to plastikovom kostiume derzhal nosik bol'shogo shlanga, posmotrel vverkh i podnial ruku, podymaias' vverkh, iz ego rta kurchavilsia par. "Potomu chto ty tam zhdal menia," - skazala ona, veroiatno, uzhe tysiachnyi raz. "Ia byl zaniat svoimi delami. Ia tol'ko chto vyigral svoe samoe bol'shoe delo. Ia byl dovolen, schastliv, khoroshii sem'ianin s predannoi zhenoi, prekrasnym mal'chikom. U menia bylo chuvstvo bezopasnosti, samouvazheniia, sushchnost', samodostatochnost'." "I u menia tozhe," - skazala ona, "za iskliucheniem mal'chika." "Togda pochemu?" "Potomu chto eto ne bylo pravdoi." Vozmozhno, imenno v tot moment, kogda ona zadala banal'nyi vopros, "Eto mesto svobodno?", on zadaval sebe voprosy. Vot i vse? Eto vse, chto bylo ili kogda-libo budet? Videl li on budushchee v etot tochnyi moment vremeni? "Ia podnial glaza, i ty byla tam. Vse, chem ia byl do etogo, samounichtozhilos', i kogda chasti soedinilis' vnov', ia stal drugim chelovekom. I s etoi mini-sekundy vremeni vse, chto imelo znachenie, bylo ty." "Da. Da. Imenno. Vse izmenilos'." "Ia liubliu tebia bol'she zhizni," - skazal on, chuvstvuia davlenie ee intimnogo prikosnoveniia, kogda on otvechal na nego takim zhe obrazom. Samolet nachal buksirovku s tolchkami, poka golos pilota soobshchil im, chto oni napravliaiutsia k vzletnoi polose, zanimaia svoe mesto v ocheredi. "Ne za gorami, rebiata," - skazal on. Ego ton vydaval legkii ottenok razdrazheniia. Snova proshla stiuardessa mimo ikh mest, i Lili zakryla glaza. Khladnokrovnaia i logicheskaia chast' razuma Orsona priznala nelepost' etoi situatsii. On vsegda schital sebia chelovekom, obladaiushchim samoobladaniem, tsivilizovannym, kontroliruemym, ne bezrassudno postupaiushchim v svoikh deistviiakh. Pragmatichnym chelovekom. Umnym chelovekom, kotoryi predvoskhishchaet sobytiia. A potom poiavilas' Lili. "Chto ty so mnoi delaesh'?" - sprosil on. "Vse, chto mogu." Oni nikogda ne mogli nasytit'sia drug drugom. Eto bylo kak snimat' kozhuru s luka - vsegda byl eshche odin slo...
USER: eshche fragment: They could never be satiated. It had not been that way with Vivien. Lovely, trusting, good, dependent Viv, the quintessential wife. Sweet Viv. She would have to suffer for his actions. She and Ben. "A man peaks at seventeen," he often told Lily, marveling at his own capacity. "I'm double that. I should be sliding." With Viv, he could barely find desire. Even at the beginning, that side of his life with Viv seemed tepid, passionless. Never having experienced it, he did not even know it was missing. Nor had he been, as he had come to learn, in love. What he had felt was more like affection--comfortable, bland, without surprises. They decided finally that what was happening to them could not be explained but simply experienced. Others had felt it--from the beginning of recorded time. Still, they both distrusted its durability. Perhaps it was an aberration that would pass, leaving them sated and sending them running back to their legal spouses, back to real life. But it had not happened, and here they were. Another complication had intruded. In his heart he welcomed it. Wasn't it time? "Tell me again, my love," she whispered. "That I love you?" "That, too. I mean about its being time." "It's time. No sense postponing the inevitable. Probably next week we'll have to do it." "It will be the worst moment of my life, up to now." "For me as well." "I hope I have the courage. Edward and I planned a whole life. There isn't the tiniest blip on his screen. Maybe it was wr...
CHATBOT: Oni nikogda ne mogli nasytit'sia. S Vivien takogo ne bylo. Prekrasnaia, doverchivaia, dobraia, zavisimaia Viv, voploshchenie zheny. Milaia Viv. Ona dolzhna byla stradat' iz-za ego postupkov. Ona i Ben. "Muzhchina dostigaet pika v semnadtsat'," on chasto govoril Lili, voskhishchaias' svoimi sposobnostiami. "Mne vdvoe bol'she. Mne uzhe pora idti na spad." S Viv on edva nakhodil zhelanie. Dazhe v nachale ikh sovmestnoi zhizni Viv kazalas' emu prokhladnoi, bezstrastnoi. Ne ispytyvaia etogo, on dazhe ne znal, chto eto u nego otsutstvuet. Takzhe, kak on vposledstvii ponial, on ne byl vliublen. To, chto on chuvstvoval, bylo skoree priviazannost'iu -- udobnoi, presnoi, bez siurprizov. V kontse kontsov oni reshili, chto to, chto s nimi proiskhodilo, nevozmozhno ob'iasnit', eto mozhno tol'ko ispytat'. Drugie chuvstvovali eto s nachala vremen. Vsio zhe oba somnevalis' v ego dolgovechnosti. Vozmozhno, eto bylo otkloneniem, kotoroe proidet, ostaviv ikh udovletvorennymi i zastaviv bezhat' obratno k svoim zakonnym suprugam, nazad k real'noi zhizni. No etogo ne sluchilos', i vot oni zdes'. Voznikla eshche odna slozhnost'. Na dushe on privetstvoval eto. Razve ne prishlo vremia? "Skazhi mne snova, moia liubov'," ona prosheptala. "Chto ia tebia liubliu?" "Eto tozhe. Ia imeiu v vidu, chto prishlo vremia." "Vremia prishlo. Bessmyslenno otkladyvat' neizbezhnoe. Vozmozhno, na sleduiushchei nedele my dolzhny budem eto sdelat'." "Eto budet khudshii moment v moei zhizni, do sikh por." "I dlia menia takzhe." "Nadeius', u menia khvatit smelosti. Edvard i ia planirovali vsiu zhizn'. Na ego radare net ni maleishego sboia. Mozhet byt', eto bylo ne pravil'no sdelat' tak. Mozhet byt', ego sledovalo podgotovit'. Znaesh', esli by ia byla nepriiatnoi, ugriumoi, vrednoi." "V etoi probleme delo. My vse khoroshie liudi." Predatel'stvo kak-to ne soglasovyvalos' s ego predstavleniem, no razve on ne opravdal eto, skazav sebe, chto soprotivliat'sia bylo nevozmozhno? "My deistvitel'no khoroshie? Eto bylo khorosho, eto delat'? Vviazyvat'sia?" Eto tozhe nuzhno bylo skazat', khotia by dlia samouveshchevaniia. Oni naverniaka ne mogli sebia ubedit' absoliutno v tom, chto ikh postupok moral'no pravil'nyi. "My ne mogli etogo izbezhat'." "No my mogli." Ona zamolchala. "Ne tak li?" Pervyi raz navechno vrezalsia v ego pamiat'. Kak moglo byt' inache? Oni dogovorilis', posle togo kak vsego lish' sorok minut poezdki iz N'iu-Iorka v Vashington, vstretit'sia na sleduiushchii den'. Oba ponimali, chto obed byl vsego...