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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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USER: perevedi na russkii iazyk literaturno fragment: "Well, the fact is that Allen is so damned tired at night. Washington priorities. Ambition before sex. What's a girl to do?" Margo mused. The waiter came and handed the menus. Margo opened hers and seemed to be reading it. "Sometimes I think he's got some little chippie stashed away. That's where it must all go. Not much left for us." She winked at Vivien. "I don't worry about that," Vivien said. "No, you wouldn't." Margo pursed her lips and smiled tightly. "Dammit, Viv. Wouldn't it be great to fall in love with some delicious man? Some uninhibited Adonis? And he with you? All that wonderful anguish, the danger of it." "Fantasies," Vivien said primly. "Tell me," Margo exulted. "If I told you what I was thinking, you'd want to wash my mouth out with hard soap. I mean a mad passion where you do everything--everything. Something that takes control of you, something so overpowering that it changes everything inside you." "I think you're reading too much romance fiction." "I'm not reading it. I'm longing for it to happen to me." "Danger stalks," Vivien said. "Better get some food inside." "It won't happen. You can't will it to happen. It's just that ... nature is so unfair. Like"--she bent down very low next to Vivien's ear --"every time I think of things like this, I get horny. Sometimes when I feel like that I call Allen and tell him to rush right over. He always refuses." "Then call one of your--" Vivien could not bring herself to...
CHATBOT: "Nu, delo v tom, chto Allen tak chertovski ustaet po nocham. Prioritety Vashingtona. Ambitsii prevyshe seksa. Chto delat' devushke?" - razmyshliala Margo. Ofitsiant podoshel i prines meniu. Margo otkryla svoe i, kazalos', nachala ego chitat'. "Inogda mne kazhetsia, chto on gde-to priachet malyshku. Znachit, tuda ukhodit vsia ego energiia. Nam tochno ne dostaetsia." Ona podmignula Viv'en. "Ia ne perezhivaiu po etomu povodu", - skazala Viv'en. "Konechno, u tebia net prichin perezhivat'". Margo sdvinula guby v tugoi ulybke. "Chert voz'mi, Viv. Ne bylo by zdorovo vliubit'sia v kakogo-nibud' bozhestvennogo muzhchinu? V kakogo-nibud' nesderzhannogo Adonisa? I chtoby on v tebia? Vse eto chudesnoe muchenie, opasnost' etogo." "Fantazii", - strogo zametila Viv'en. "Poslushai", - v vostorge nachala Margo. "Esli by ia rasskazala tebe, chto ia dumaiu, ty by zakhotela vymyt' mne rot khoziaistvennym mylom. Ia imeiu v vidu bezumnuiu strast', kogda ty delaesh' vse - absoliutno vse. Chto-to, chto beret nad toboi kontrol', chto-to nastol'ko oshelomliaiushchee, chto eto meniaet vse vnutri tebia." "Mne kazhetsia, ty slishkom mnogo chitaesh' romanticheskikh romanov." "Ia ikh ne chitaiu. Ia mechtaiu, chtoby eto sluchilos' so mnoi." "Ostorozhno, opasnost' podsteregaet", - skazala Viv'en. "Pora by nam chto-nibud' poest'." "Eto ne proizoidet. Nel'zia zastavit' eto sluchit'sia po svoei vole. Prosto ... priroda takaia nespravedlivaia. Naprimer", - ona nagnulas' nizko k ukhu Viv'en, - "kazhdyi raz, kogda ia dumaiu o takikh veshchakh, ia stanovlius' vozbuzhdennoi. Inogda ia zvoniu Allenu i govoriu emu priekhat' srazu. On vsegda otkazyvaetsia." "Togda pozvoni odnomu iz svoikh..." - Viv'en ne smogla zakonchit' frazu, kak budto eto bylo nepristoino. Margo zasmeialas'. "S neznakomtsem tak ne delaiut. A chto esli on otvergnet tvoe predlozhenie? Net. Takie predlozheniia tol'ko dlia muzhei dolgosrochnogo soderzhaniia." Ona podniala svoi bokal. "Ia i ne dumaiu ob etom", - skazala Viv'en. Priznavshis' v etom, ona ne ispytyvala ni chuvstva nepolnotsennosti, ni moral'nogo prevoskhodstva. Ee orientirom, kak ona ubezhdala sebia, byla tolerantnost'. Takzhe bylo ochevidno, chto ves' seksual'nyi bespokoistvo Margo ne sposobstvovalo ee schast'iu. "Tak chto mne prikhoditsia iskat' drugoi vykhod", - skazala Margo, vdrug zasmeiavshis'. Reaktsiia Viv'en na smekh ne opravdala ozhidanii Margo. "Opredelenno ty ne tot chelovek, s kotorym ob etom mozhno govorit'", - skazala ona, podmigivaia, slovno smiagchaia s...
USER: eshche fragment: "I'm not one to give advice." Vivien paused and laughed. "And I don't insult people I care about." "That's you. Typical. Goody two-shoes. The great earth mother." "I've been feeling like that. You should see the snowman I made with Ben." They ordered. Margo had quiche Lorraine and a salad. Vivien had eggs Benedict and declined a second martini. Margo openly debated but finally declined a third. Would she become, Vivien speculated, one of those sad Washington types, the women who lingered too long over lunch, got sloshed, left only when it became too obvious that they were the last customers in the restaurant? She listened as Margo prattled on. The food seemed to perk up her spirits. "You must think I'm awful, Viv." "Maybe you just have too much time on your hands, Margo. Maybe you should get a job." "Someday," Margo sighed. But her life seemed cast in cement: country clubs, tennis, golf, long lunches, lots of drinks, a roll in the hay with a nubile pro. And under it all, general malaise and vague unhappiness. To be Margo's friend on any permanent basis required more intimacy than Vivien was willing to give. For some reason, Margo had dampened her spirits today. Perhaps it was the grizzly view. Or the expressed dissatisfactions. Sometimes Vivien thought that the world deliberately conspired to make many women dissatisfied, and she was determined to resist that conspiracy. Margo had been right. She was content. Margo had made the condition seem like a disease. ...
CHATBOT: "Ia ne ta, kto razdaet sovety", - skazala Viv'en, zamolchav i zasmeiavshis'. "I ia ne oskorbliaiu tekh, kto mne nebezrazlichen." "Tipichno dlia tebia. Khoroshen'kaia devochka. Velikaia zemnaia mat'." "Mne tozhe tak kazhetsia. Ty by videla, kakogo snegovika ia slepila s Benom." Oni sdelali zakaz. Margo vybrala kish Lorren i salat. Viv'en predpochla iaitsa Benedikt i otkazalas' ot vtorogo martini. Margo otkryto kolebalas', no v itoge otkazalas' ot tret'ego. Viv'en zadavalas' voprosom, stanet li Margo odnoi iz tekh pechal'nykh zhenshchin Vashingtona, kotorye slishkom dolgo zaderzhivaiutsia na obede, napivaiutsia, ukhodiat tol'ko togda, kogda stanovitsia slishkom ochevidno, chto oni poslednie klienty v restorane? Ona slushala, kak Margo boltala bez umolku. Eda, kazalos', povysila ee nastroenie. "Ty naverniaka dumaesh', chto ia uzhasnaia, Viv." "Mozhet byt', u tebia prosto slishkom mnogo svobodnogo vremeni, Margo. Mozhet, tebe stoit ustroit'sia na rabotu." "Kogda-nibud'", - vzdokhnula Margo. No ee zhizn' byla slovno zastyla v tsemente: sportivnye kluby, tennis, gol'f, dolgie obedy, mnozhestvo napitkov, katanie na sene s privlekatel'nym professionalom. I pod vsem etim obshchee nedomoganie i neopredelennaia pechal'. Byt' druz'iami Margo na postoiannoi osnove trebovalo bol'shei blizosti, chem byla gotova predostavit' Viv'en. Po kakoi-to prichine Margo segodnia sbila ee s tolku. Vozmozhno, eto bylo iz-za mrachnogo vida. Ili iz-za vyskazannykh neudovletvorennostei. Inogda Viv'en dumala, chto mir namerenno stroit zagovor, chtoby sdelat' mnogikh zhenshchin neudovletvorennymi, i ona byla reshitel'no nastroena protivostoiat' etomu zagovoru. Margo byla prava. Ona byla dovol'na. Margo zastavila eto sostoianie kazat'sia bolezn'iu. Za kofe ee vzgliad snova upal na reku. Ona uvidela kran i otvela vzgliad. Uchityvaia bol', kotoruiu mogla prepodnesti zhizn', oni s Margo byli dovol'no udachlivymi liud'mi. "Tebe ne stoit tak unyvat', Margo", - skazala Viv'en. "Nu, togda dai mne sekret tvoikh pod'emov." "Khotela by ia znat' otvet." Margo ne ulybnulas', i Viv'en oshchutila iavnoe chuvstvo, chto ona polnost'iu provalilas' v roli doverennogo litsa. Oni razdelili schet, potselovalis' na proshchanie na parkovke i Viv'en napravilas' v Dalles. Ozhidanie udivit' Orsona vernulo ee v khoroshee nastroenie.