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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 9× “perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: "Why afraid?" "Just ...” over less than a minute (Feb 21, 2024 – Feb 21, 2024), oldest first.
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USER: perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: "Why afraid?" "Just a figure of speech," he stammered. "Of course. To validate our own ignorance." She looked at him archly until she noted the thin humor. "Mysteries within enigmas," she sighed. "Keys! Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Marlboro! Like..." She paused. "If I could cry, I wonder who it would be for. Them, or us." "And if the crash had not happened, would we ever have found out?" "Probably not. We were too myopic and unaware. All we would have gotten was a pink slip. That's another reason why we owe it to ourselves," she said. A great weight of sadness suddenly descended on him. He felt acutely foolish, embarrassed, violated. He began to shiver, and his lips trembled. "Are you cold?" she asked gently. She extended her arm across the gap between them, and his hand reached out to meet hers. He grabbed it, like a drowning man might grab a lifeline. "You are cold," she said, rubbing his hand between hers. "Cold hands, warm heart," he said. They held each other's hands for a long time. It was she who disengaged first, standing up. But her touch had been physically warming. Something more, as well, but too incongruous to define, he decided. "We'll sleep on it," she said. "I'm tired now. I'd better go home. Home?" A rattling sound escaped her lips, as if she were trying to laugh. He stood up and faced her. There was little space between them. He found himself looking deeply into her eyes. He did not want her to go, but he said nothing to delay ...
CHATBOT: "Pochemu boish'sia?" "Prosto vyrazhenie," on zaikalsia. "Konechno. Chtoby opravdat' sobstvennoe nevezhestvo." Ona posmotrela na nego nasmeshlivo, poka ne zametila ego slabuiu shutku. "Tainy vnutri zagadok," vzdokhnula ona. "Kliuchi! Gospodin i gospozha Kelvin Marlboro! Kak..." Ona zamolchala. "Esli by ia mogla plakat', interesno, za kogo by eto bylo. Za nikh ili za nas." "I esli by avarii ne sluchilos', uznali by my kogda-nibud'?" "Vriad li. My byli slishkom uzkoloby i neosvedomlenny. Vsio, chto by my poluchili, eto uvedomlenie ob uvol'nenii. Vot eshchio odna prichina, po kotoroi my dolzhny zabotit'sia o sebe," skazala ona. Na nego vdrug obrushilas' tiazhest' pechali. On ostro oshchutil sebia glupym, smushchionnym, oskorblionnym. On nachal drozhat', a guby ego drozhali. "Tebe kholodno?" sprosila ona nezhno. Ona protianula ruku cherez promezhutok mezhdu nimi, i on potianulsia ei navstrechu. On skhvatil eio, kak tonushchii khvataetsia za spasatel'nyi krug. "Ty deistvitel'no zamiorz," skazala ona, potiraia ego ruku svoimi. "Kholodnye ruki, tioploe serdtse," skazal on. Oni derzhalis' za ruki dolgoe vremia. Eto ona pervaia otstranilas', vstav. No eio prikosnovenie bylo fizicheski tioplym. I chto-to eshchio, slishkom nesovmestimoe chtoby opredelit', reshil on. "My pospim na etom," skazala ona. "Ia ustala teper'. Mne luchshe idti domoi. Dom?" Iz eio gub vyrvalsia drozhashchii zvuk, kak budto ona pytalas' smeiat'sia. On vstal i stal pered nei. Mezhdu nimi bylo malo mesta. On posmotrel ei gluboko v glaza. On ne khotel, chtoby ona ukhodila, no ne skazal nichego, chtoby zaderzhat' eio. On pomog ei nadet' pal'to. "Ty dumaesh', my priblizhaemsia k suti etogo?" sprosila ona. "Da. Da, ia tak dumaiu." "Po krainei mere, my chto-to delaem -- ne ostaiomsia passivnymi." Ona pokachala golovoi. "Nikogda bol'she," skazala ona tviordo. "Nikogda," otvetil on. Oni dolgii moment smotreli drug drugu v glaza. Ranenye vyzhivshie, podumal on. Mogut peredvigat'sia, no edva li. I vsio eshchio polny boli. Kogda ona ushla, on slushal, poka eio shagi ne stikhli. Zatem on snova pochuvstvoval kholod. I pustotu.
USER: perevedi na literaturnyi russkii iazyk: When she was alone, tossing and turning in the bed in the guest room, Vivien's mind reeled with speculations. Now that she had a detailed image of Orson's paramour, her imaginings became more frenetic. Periodically, Edward's face surfaced in her mind. Remembering the touch of his hand gave her goose bumps. Yes, she decided, they were smart to be involved in this together. After all, it affected them equally. The idea did not present itself until the morning light filled the cracks of the blind. "Of course," she said, sitting up with a start. But soon the satisfactions of logic gave way to the old rage, which rushed at her with renewed fury. "Of course," she cried. She was dressed by six, surprisingly energized. It had always been like this when her purpose was single-minded, clearly defined. What she needed now was confirmation. Then she would tell Edward. At seven she was in front of the polished double doors of Orson's law offices. Still on the door was "and Simpson" in brass lettering. Bradley, Martin, Conte, Barnes and Simpson. Bradley, who had founded the firm during Roosevelt's time, died years ago. The door was open, and she went in. "Mrs. Simpson," Miss Sparks said with surprise. She had glasses attached to a chain around her neck, which she removed as she talked. Prim and graying, a cashmere sweater worn casually on her shoulders over a white blouse, she looked the quintessential executive secretary. A cup of coffee was steamin...
CHATBOT: Kogda ona ostalas' odna, vorochaias' na krovati v gostevoi komnate, razum Vivien zakruzhilsia ot dogadok. Teper', kogda u neio bylo detal'noe predstavlenie o liubovnitse Orsona, eio voobrazhenie rabotalo s eshche bol'shim userdiem. Periodicheski v eio golove vsplyvalo litso Edvarda. Vospominanie o prikosnovenii ego ruki vyzyvalo u neio murashki. Da, ona reshila, oni byli umny, chto vmeshalis' v eto vmeste. V kontse kontsov, eto kasalos' ikh oboikh v ravnoi stepeni. Ideia voznikla tol'ko togda, kogda utrennii svet zapolnil shcheli zhaliuzi. "Konechno", - skazala ona, vzdragivaia i sadias'. No vskore udovletvorenie ot logiki ustupilo mesto staroi iarosti, kotoraia s novoi siloi brosilas' na neio. "Konechno!" - voskliknula ona. K shesti utra ona byla odeta, udivitel'no polna sil. Vsegda tak bylo, kogda eio tsel' byla odnoznachnoi i iasno opredelennoi. Teper' ei nuzhno bylo podtverzhdenie. Zatem ona rasskazhet Edvardu. V sem' utra ona stoiala pered blestiashchimi dvoinymi dver'mi iuridicheskoi firmy Orsona. Na dveri vsio eshchio krasovalas' mednaia tablichka "i Simpson". Bredli, Martin, Konte, Barns i Simpson. Bredli, osnovavshii firmu vo vremena Ruzvel'ta, umer mnogo let nazad. Dver' byla otkryta, i ona voshla. "Missis Simpson," udivlenno progovorila miss Sparks. Ona sniala ochki na tsepochke, kotoruiu nosila na shee, kogda ona govorila. Strogaia i sedeiushchaia, s kashemirovym sviterom, bespechno nabroshennym na plechi poverkh beloi bluzki, ona vygliadela ideal'noi ispolnitel'nym sekretariom. Pered nei na stole kurilas' chashka kofe i lezhal napolovinu s'edennyi ponchik. No eio prisutstvie podrazumevalo, chto Orson deistvitel'no rabotal v eti rannie utrennie chasy. Ne bez usiliia Vivien ostavalas' spokoinoi. "Vyp'ete kofe?" - predlozhila miss Sparks. "Net, spasibo." Za stolom miss Sparks ona videla kabinet Orsona. Utrennee solntse otrazhalos' ot polirovannoi poverkhnosti stola, lishennogo bumag. Tak oni ne teriali vremeni, podumala ona, oshchushchaia vsplesk gneva, miss Sparks posetila sluzhbu v krematorii. Vivien videla eio vsego lish' mel'kom. "Mne tak zhal'," skazala miss Sparks. "Ia podumala, chto zaedu i zaberu lichnye veshchi moego muzha." "Ia upakovala ikh v korobku," - izviniaiushchimsia tonom skazala ona. "My sobiralis' poslat' ikh kur'erom." Pronitsatel'nye glaza miss Sparks nabliudali za nei. Vizit kazalsia teper' nelovkim; eio uverennost' bystro taiala. Ona khotela, chtoby zdes' byl Edvard. "Mogu ia chem-to pomoch'?" - skazala miss Sparks. Ochen'...