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(Feb 20, 2024 – Feb 26, 2024)
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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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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 2× “perevedi literaturno na russkii iazyk: She did love their ho...” over less than a minute (Feb 20, 2024 – Feb 20, 2024), oldest first.
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USER: perevedi literaturno na russkii iazyk: She did love their house with its comforts and gadgets, and she had lavished a good deal of time on decorating it. Mostly everything in it had her stamp. And since Orson worked so hard, she did want to show her appreciation by providing him with a beautiful setting. A home was not just things, her mother had preached. When he had finished dressing, she followed him out and put on a coat. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Getting the car." "In this weather? Are you mad?" "I'm sure the highways will be clear." "I won't hear of it," he said in a tone that brooked no protest. "I'll call a cab." "Suppose they're not running?" she asked. He looked out the kitchen window. "Always looks the worst from here." He frowned. He picked up the kitchen phone and talked briefly. The frown disappeared. "Main roads still clear. They're running." He appeared relieved. "Too important to miss." Through the window she could see Ben shoveling snow into a large pile. It still came down relentlessly in great white clumps. "Did you call first to see if they're flying?" "They are," he said decisively, remembering that their house was not far from the flight pattern, although she had long ceased to pay any attention to the jet sounds. Apparently he had made it a point to let it filter into his consciousness. "Silly to worry," he said. "The airlines know what they're doing, and pilots don't want to die any more than passengers do." "I wasn't worrying," she said defen...
CHATBOT: Ona deistvitel'no liubila ikh dom so vsemi ego udobstvami i prisposobleniiami, udeliala mnogo vremeni ego ukrasheniiu. Pochti vse v nem nosilo ee otpechatok. I tak kak Orson tak userdno trudilsia, ona khotela pokazat' emu svoiu priznatel'nost', sozdavaia krasivyi ugolok. Dom -- eto ne tol'ko veshchi, propovedovala ee mat'. Kogda on zakonchil odevat'sia, ona posledovala za nim i nadela pal'to. "Kuda ty sobralas'?" -- sprosil on. "Za mashinoi." "V takuiu pogodu? Ty chto, soshla s uma?" "Uverena, chto na shosse vse budet chisto." "Ia ne dopushchu etogo," -- skazal on tonom, ne terpiashchim vozrazhenii. -- "Ia vyzovu taksi." "A esli u nikh ne rabotaet sluzhba?" -- sprosila ona. On posmotrel v okno kukhni. "Vsegda kazhetsia, chto s etoi storony vse khuzhe." On nakhmurilsia. Vzial kukhonnyi telefon i korotko pogovoril. Nakhmurennost' ischezla. "Osnovnye dorogi vse eshche otkryty. Oni rabotaiut." On vygliadel oblegchennym. "Slishkom vazhno, chtoby propustit'." Cherez okno ona videla, kak Ben sgrebaet sneg v bol'shuiu kuchu. On prodolzhal bezzhalostno padat' bol'shimi belymi kom'iami. "Ty pozvonil, chtoby uznat', letaiut li samolety?" "Letaiut," -- skazal on reshitel'no, vspomniv, chto ikh dom ne tak daleko ot vzletnoi polosy, khotia ona uzhe davno perestala obrashchat' vnimanie na zvuk reaktivnykh samoletov. Vidimo, on soznatel'no pozvolil etomu proniknut' v ego soznanie. "Glupo volnovat'sia," -- skazal on. -- "Aviakompanii znaiut, chto oni delaiut, i piloty ne khotiat umirat' ne men'she, chem passazhiry." "Ia i ne volnovalas'," -- skazala ona v zashchitnom tone. Fakticheski, ona byla bespokoinoi. Po kakoi-to prichine stoitsizm tak i ne pereshel k nei ot predkov iz Novoi Anglii. Kak ona mogla vspomnit', ei vsegda govorili perestat' bespokoit'sia. Neobkhodimo bylo chto-to v ee vyrazhenii litsa, ona nakonets prishla k takomu vyvodu. Volnenie -- eto ne cherta, kotoruiu mozhno bylo by bezzabotno demonstrirovat'. Eto zastavlialo liudei slishkom mnogo reagirovat'. Orson poshel v kabinet, i Viv'en uslyshala, kak on razgovarivaet po telefonu so svoim ofisom. "Eto mozhet podozhdat' do chetverga, miss Sparks." Ona pribralas' na kukhne. Vskore ona uslyshala zvuk gudka taksi, zaglushennogo snegom. Ben zashel vnutr', prinesia s soboi svezhii zapakh snezhnogo vozdukha. Ego shcheki byli iarko-krasnymi. Orson preklonil koleni i obnial mal'chika. "Slushaisia mamu," -- skazal Orson. "My sobiraemsia slepit' snegovika," -- skazal Ben. On podnial svoi ruki. "Bol'shogo, kak papa." Ona...
USER: eshche fragment: "How about Saint Thomas in February?" she said as she bent to offer her lips. She kissed him on the cheek. "We'll talk about it when I get back." He kissed her and went out the door. With Ben waving beside her, she watched Orson slosh through the snow and get into the cab. It rolled away slowly, the tires following their earlier tracks. As always when she bid him good-bye, she felt brief tremors of loss. This time she felt a bit foolish. It's only for four days! She spent the day as she had promised, helping Ben build the snowman. They stopped for lunch and finished it soon after. She used chocolate chip cookies for eyes, stuck one of Orson's old bent pipes into a slit of mouth, and put Orson's tweed rain hat on his head. "Looks like Daddy," Ben said. "Well, then, we won't miss him so much, will we?" Alice, their baby-sitter and cleaning woman, called. She was too frightened to drive because of the snow and wouldn't be coming in. Vivien spent the entire day with Ben, which meant isolating herself completely in his child's world. In late afternoon, she made him hot chocolate, sat him on her lap and read to him from My Book-house until both of them dozed off. When she awoke, it was dark. The snow continued to fall, and a deep hush descended over the house. She felt serene, satisfied, and content. She hugged Ben to her, breathing in the aroma of his sweet child's body, feeling again the sense of completeness in her motherhood, her home, her husband; a bird secur...
CHATBOT: "Kak naschet Sent-Tomasa v fevrale?" -- skazala ona, sklonivshis', chtoby predlozhit' emu svoi guby. Ona potselovala ego v shcheku. "Pogovorim ob etom, kogda vernus'," otvetil on, potseloval eio i vyshel iz doma. S Benom, mashushchim riadom s nei, ona nabliudala, kak Orson probiraetsia po snegu i saditsia v taksi. Ono medlenno tronulos' s mesta, kolesa sledovali po ranee prolozhennym sledam. Kak vsegda, kogda ona proshchalas' s nim, ona ispytyvala kratkovremennye trepety utraty. Na etot raz ona chuvstvovala sebia nemnogo glupo. Vsego lish' na chetyre dnia! Ona provela den' tak, kak i obeshchala, pomogaia Benu lepit' snegovika. Oni sdelali pereryv na obed i zakonchili vskore posle. Ona ispol'zovala shokoladnoe pechen'e vmesto glaz, vstavila odnu iz starykh sognutykh trubok Orsona v razrez dlia rta i nadela na golovu ego tvidovuiu dozhdevuiu shliapu. "Pokhozhe na papu," -- skazal Ben. "Nu vot, tak nam i ne pridetsia po nemu tak sil'no skuchat', pravda?" Elis, ikh niania i uborshchitsa, pozvonila. Ona slishkom boialas' vodit' mashinu iz-za snega i ne smogla priekhat'. Viv'en provela ves' den' s Benom, chto oznachalo polnoe pogruzhenie v ego detskii mir. Pozdno dnem ona sdelala emu goriachii shokolad, posadila ego sebe na koleni i chitala emu iz "Moei knizhki-doma" do tekh por, poka oba ne zadremali. Kogda ona prosnulas', na ulitse bylo temno. Sneg prodolzhal padat', i nad domom opustilas' glubokaia tishina. Ona chuvstvovala sebia spokoinoi, udovletvorennoi i dovol'noi. Ona krepko obniala Bena, vdykhaia aromat ego sladkogo detskogo tela, snova oshchushchaia polnotu materinstva, doma, muzha; ptitsa, chuvstvuiushchaia sebia v bezopasnosti v svoem gnezde. Ben byl tochnoi kopiei svoego ottsa, i eto zastavlialo ee liubit' ego eshche bol'she. Davlenie ee lask razbudilo ego. "Mama tebia liubit," -- shepnula ona. Glaza napolnilis' slezami. Ona byla perepolnena radost'iu ot etogo oshchushcheniia. Uchityvaia opasnosti etogo mira, bylo za chto blagodarit'. Zvonok telefona narushil etot moment. Napriazhennyi golos ee mamy vstrevozhil ee. "Ia videla eto po televizoru. Neuzheli eto uzhasno?" "Uzhasno?" Ona srazu podumala ob Orsone. Sluchilos' chto-to? "Ia imeiu v vidu aviakatastrofu." "Bozhe moi." Ee serdtse zabilos'. "On upal priamo v Potomak. Pod led." Byla dol'shaia pauza. "Viv'en!" Ona pochuvstvovala, kak zadykhaetsia. Ona otvetila sukhim golosom, i u nee nachala bolet' golova. Ee mat' prodolzhila: "Eto byl samolet v Maiami." "Maiami?" Oblegchennaia, ona pochuvstvovala,...