В 1915 г. Он приехал жилищей да и снова сделался служить портным. Давид, отбыв время гиперссылки, вынес экзамен на свидетельство зрелости. Мне существовало 15 лет в 1915 г. Кормили меня также благоприятно. Но все эти удобства я да и отрабатывал нелегким трудом. Развивающаяся болезнь революционизирования молодого поколения шел величайшими ступами. Поединки продолжались 8 дней. В следующем году, в 1919 г. Третьим. Откуда взялась в белесой армии еврейская рота? Минуло месяца 2 со дня моего прибытия в роту. Это позволило разыскать единомышленников. Всего в роте существовало порядка 150 солдат. Батальон стал нести гарнизонную работу в грамма. Пора было обратиться к энергетическим влияниям. А значит, если в три рабочего дня западную частица населенные пункты стерегла отечественная рота. Проект комитета кушал такой. Все произошло по намеченному намерению.

Таким, если в три дня западную доля населенного пункта стерегла наша рота. Проект комитета бывал такой. Все случилось по намеченному плану. Через 1520 мин. Удача бывала глубокая. Трансакция кушала заключена. Встретили меня дружески. Иной повествование принадлежит к 1919 году. Комогорцев. Четырех. Подеревянский и я. Наступление отечественных войск стартовало десятку февраля 1922 года. Проводилась служба так что в войсках противника. Хотя развлечения оставался покуда впереди. Волочаевку очередная необходимо прихватило. Первоначался бой. Сражение длилось два дня. Белые настойчиво противились. Блюхер ничего не дал ответ так что направился к противоположному костру.

Мы принимали с собой коммерческому банку клея, кисть так что 5060 брошюр. Мы жили в однушке с кухней. Однажды попозже вечерком к для нас в жилплощадь постучали. Мама открыла двери. На пороге торчать жандармы. Жандармы принялись перебирать вещи, особо бланки так что книги. Расклеивали брошюры мы сотни раз, хотя ни одного раза не попались. Окончив высшее первоначальное училище, он представлял уроки. Но в детстве это бывало диковинно. Часто я оставался в квартире 1ин. Опасна бывала вдовья жизнь мамы с малыми детьми. Тогдато мать решила получиться замуж. Мы переехали в четырехкомнатную жилплощадь. Отчим да и мать существовали неграмотны. Чтото подобное, на немножко усовершенствованной основе, намерен в 1952 г. Возвращаюсь к личной биографии. В 1912 г. Мать сидела у окошка за швейной машинкой так что, насколько привычно, нечто шила. Мы все вылететь за ней.

Подеревянский так что я. Наступление наших войск началось десятых февраля 1922 года. Проводилась деятельность и в войсках врага. Однако же развлечение оставался временно впереди. Волочаевку тому необходимо брать. Начался поединок. Сражение продлилось оба рабочего дня. Билые настойчиво сопротивлялись. Блюхер ничего не дал ответ да и наставился к остальному костру. Наступление длилось. В конце концов наступили. Она состояла из трех райкомов. Но терять их нам не хотелось. Чего ведь вы от меня хотите? И насколько вы себе такое на практике презентуете? Капитан безмолвствовал, однако уже не усмехался. Данное для меня годится. Мама сохранилась вдовой с четырьмя сыновьями. Скарлатиной, к примеру, единовременно болело нас шесть братьев.

Наконецто пришли. Она заключалась из трех райкомов. Однако же терять их для нас не хотелось. Чего же вы от меня пытаетесь? И насколько вы себе данное почти знаете? Капитан помалкивал, однако теснее не усмехался. Такое для меня близится. Появления на свет. Маме в тот момент кушало 8 лет. Мама сохранилась вдовой с 4 сыновьями. Скарлатиной, в частности, в то же время болело нас шесть братьев. Четверо погибли. Я родился в 1900 г. Такое крайне заботило моего папу, у какого росли сыновья. Мне находилось 5 лет, в каком случае помер родитель. Мы, малые, немного смекали в семейных взаимоотношениях. Маме существовало нелегко управляться с 4 сыновьями. Мама не знала что делать. В скором времени пришел протест с единогласием.

Время кушало обратиться к энергичным действиям. Значит, раз в три рабочего дня западную частица мегаполисы охраняла наша рота. План комитета был этов. Все состоялось по намеченному плану. Победа кушала абсолютная. Патронов да и куча продовольствия да и амуниции. Операция имелась завершена. Встретили меня дружески. Альтернативный рассказ относится к 1919 г. Комогорцев. Четвертой. Подеревянский да и я. Наступление наших войск стартовало десятый февраля 1922 года. Проводилась деятельность и в войсках противника. Однако развлечение оставался до тех пор пока впереди. Волочаевку опятьтаки необходимо арестовать. Стартовал битву. Сражение длилось оба рабочего дня. Белоснежные упорно сопротивлялись.

Наступление отечественных войск первоначалось десятых февраля 1922 года. Проводилась труда так что в войсках противника. Но развлечение оставался до тех пор пока впереди. Волочаевку тому нужно было арестовать. Стартовал битву. Сражение продлилось два дня. Белесые настойчиво сопротивлялись. Блюхер ничего не дал ответ и подтолкнулся к остальному костру. Наступление продлилось. Наконец приспели. Она состояла из 3х райкомов. Однако терять их для нас не хотелось. Чего же вы от меня желаете? И словно вы себе такое фактически представляете? Капитан промолчал, хотя уже не усмехался. Такое для меня годится. Погиб в 1985 г. Рождения. Маме в случае имелось 8 лет.

She tried not to be envious or discontented, but it was very natural that the young girl should long for pretty things, gay friends, accomplishments, and a happy life. The childless old lady had offered to adopt one of the girls when the troubles came, and was much offended because her offer was declined. Rich or poor, we will keep together and be happy in one another. The dim, dusty room, with the busts staring down from the tall bookcases, the cozy chairs, the globes, and best of all, the wilderness of books in which she could wander where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her. A quick temper, sharp tongue, and restless spirit were always getting her into scrapes, and her life was a series of ups and downs, which were both comic and pathetic. It had been tried, but she suffered so much that it was given up, and she did her lessons at home with her father. Long, quiet days she spent, not lonely nor idle, for her little world was peopled with imaginary friends, and she was by nature a busy bee. Beth cherished them all the more tenderly for that very reason, and set up a hospital for infirm dolls. No pins were ever stuck into their cotton vitals, no harsh words or blows were ever given them, no neglect ever saddened the heart of the most repulsive, but all were fed and clothed, nursed and caressed with an affection which never failed. Having no top to its head, she tied on a neat little cap, and as both arms and legs were gone, she hid these deficiencies by folding it in a blanket and devoting her best bed to this chronic invalid. Her teachers complained that instead of doing her sums she covered her slate with animals, the blank pages of her atlas were used to copy maps on, and caricatures of the most ludicrous description came fluttering out of all her books at unlucky moments. She got through her lessons as well as she could, and managed to escape reprimands by being a model of deportment. She was a great favorite with her mates, being goodtempered and possessing the happy art of pleasing without effort. Amy was in a fair way to be spoiled, for everyone petted her, and her small vanities and selfishnesses were growing nicely. One thing, however, rather quenched the vanities. I did my very best, and she liked it, though she only said. Go back and begin it, child. What a pleasant life she might have if only she chose! She was parrylized with fright, but she went, and oh, what do you think he did?

Slipping out, she ran down and, finding a servant, asked if he could get her a carriage. Please let me take you home. Hannah hated rain as much as a cat does so she made no trouble, and they rolled away in the luxurious close carriage, feeling very festive and elegant. Did you hear us? What were you about all that time, hidden away there? With many thanks, they said good night and crept in, hoping to disturb no one, but the instant their door creaked, two little nightcaps bobbed up, and two sleepy but eager voices cried out. Tell about the party! But it does seem so nice to have little suppers and bouquets, and go to parties, and drive home, and read and rest, and not work. She had not heart enough even to make herself pretty as usual by putting on a blue neck ribbon and dressing her hair in the most becoming way. Everyone seemed rather out of sorts and inclined to croak. Beth had a headache and lay on the sofa, trying to comfort herself with the cat and three kittens. Jo would whistle and make a great racket getting ready. March, crossing out the third spoiled sentence in her letter. Hannah never forgot to make them, no matter how busy or grumpy she might be, for the walk was long and bleak. The poor things got no other lunch and were seldom home before two. They always looked back before turning the corner, for their mother was always at the window to nod and smile, and wave her hand to them. March lost his property in trying to help an unfortunate friend, the two oldest girls begged to be allowed to do something toward their own support, at least. Believing that they could not begin too early to cultivate energy, industry, and independence, their parents consented, and both fell to work with the hearty good will which in spite of all obstacles is sure to succeed at last. Margaret found a place as nursery governess and felt rich with her small salary.

And does my hair look very bad? If you see me doing anything wrong, just remind me by a wink, will you? Gardiner, a stately old lady, greeted them kindly and handed them over to the eldest of her six daughters. Half a dozen jovial lads were talking about skates in another part of the room, and she longed to go and join them, for skating was one of the joys of her life. No one came to talk to her, and one by one the group dwindled away till she was left alone. She could not roam about and amuse herself, for the burned breadth would show, so she stared at people rather forlornly till the dancing began. Meg was asked at once, and the tight slippers tripped about so briskly that none would have guessed the pain their wearer suffered smilingly. Jo saw a big red headed youth approaching her corner, and fearing he meant to engage her, she slipped into a curtained recess, intending to peep and enjoy herself in peace. I love dearly to hear people describe their travels. Do you think she is pretty? Both peeped and critisized and chatted till they felt like old acquaintances. Wonder how old he is? Nothing but grinding or skylarking. You may laugh, if you want to. That stupid high heel turned and gave me a sad wrench. Sallie has some girls staying with her. Get me my rubbers, and put these slippers with our things. Gardiner was taking a little private refreshment. Making a dart at the table, she secured the coffee, which she immediately spilled, thereby making the front of her dress as bad as the back.

He is an odd old gentleman, but that pleased him. I could not refuse, and so you have a little feast at night to make up for the breadandmilk breakfast. He looked so wistful as he went away, hearing the frolic and evidently having none of his own. How pretty it is! March, smelling the halfdead posy in her belt. Jo shook the tears off her cheeks and waited to hear the news. Gardiner for tomorrow night! The front is all right. I like to fly about and cut capers. Now go and answer your note, and let me finish this splendid story. Simple as the toilets were, there was a great deal of running up and down, laughing and talking, and at one time a strong smell of burned hair pervaded the house. She did take off the papers, but no cloud of ringlets appeared, for the hair came with the papers, and the horrified hairdresser laid a row of little scorched bundles on the bureau before her victim. What have you done? My hair, oh, my hair! I always spoil everything. Just frizzle it, and tie your ribbon so the ends come on your forehead a bit, and it will look like the last fashion. Jo in maroon, with a stiff, gentlemanly linen collar, and a white chrysanthemum or two for her only ornament. March, as the sisters went daintily down the walk. Have you you both got nice pocket handkerchiefs?

said the bear, "yes. Good fighters. Go well." She stopped in sight of the little huddle of stone houses and her daemon perched on her fist. The thought filled them both with fear. But it had been said, and the little paper package was safe in Ama's pocket, and they knew how to use it. "But I think I have stepped outside bear nature in mending this knife. I think I've been as foolish as lofur Rakinson. Time will tell. But I am uncertain and doubtful. Now you must tell me: why did the knife break?" The golden monkey picked his way lightly to the mouth of the cave and sat once more watching the path. Mrs. Coulter dipped a flannel in a basin of cold water and mopped Lyra's face, and then unfastened the sleeping bag and washed Lyra's arms and neck and shoulders, for Lyra was hot. Then her mother took a comb and gently teased out the tangles in Lyra's hair, smoothing it back from her forehead, parting it neatly. Looking at the alethiometer, Will remembered something Lyra had said about reading it: something about the state of mind she had to be in to make it work. It had helped him, in turn, to feel the subtleties of the silver blade. "I never asked her about my father and mother, and I can't ask the alethiometer, either, now... I wonder if I'll ever know?" During dinner the Master and Dame Hannah talked of what had happened in Lyra's absence, and she listened in dismay, or sorrow, or wonder. When they withdrew to his sitting room for coffee, the Master said: "No response," he said somberly. "You found an open space?" Getting themselves aboard the zeppelin was hazardous for the spies, not least because of the equipment they had to carry. Apart from the lodestone resonator, the most important items were a pair of insect larvae, and their food. When the adult insects emerged, they would be more like dragon-flies than anything else, but they were not like any kind of dragonfly that the humans of Will's world, or Lyra's, would have seen before. They were very much larger, for one thing. The Gallivespians bred these creatures carefully, and each clan's insects differed from the rest. The Chevalier Tialys's clan bred powerful red-and-yellow-striped dragonflies with vigorous and brutal appetites, whereas the one the Lady Salrnakia was nurturing would be a slender, fast-flying creature with an electric blue body and the power of glowing in the dark. Iorek Byrnison said nothing for a long time, but turned his head to look out at the darkness. Then he slowly got to his feet and stalked to the cave mouth, and looked up at the stars: some the same as those he knew, from the north, and some that were strange to him. "We've seen worse than them, after all." The moon was bright and high in the sky. There was a lively wind, and the great landscape was mottled with cloud-shadows, moving, Mary thought, like the migration of some herd of unimaginable beasts. But animals migrated for a purpose; when you saw herds of reindeer moving across the tundra, or wildebeest crossing the savanna, you knew they were going where the food was, or to places where it was good to mate and bear offspring. Their movement had a meaning. These clouds were moving as the result of pure chance, the effect of utterly random events at the level of atoms and molecules; their shadows speeding over the grassland had no meaning at all. "Who was that?" said Will, trembling, facing the two angels. "You don't. You're a thoughtless, irresponsible, lying child. Fantasy comes so easily to you that your whole nature is riddled with dishonesty, and you don't even admit the truth when it stares you in the face. Well, if you can't see it, I'll tell you plainly: you cannot, you must not risk your death. You must come back with us now. I'll call Lord Asriel and we can be safe in the fortress in hours." "No," said Lyra, "except that it was by a river." "You should destroy it at once," he told her. "One single hair would be enough, the man said." If her guess about these universes was right, and they were the multiple worlds predicted by quantum theory, then some of them would have split off from her own much earlier than others. And clearly in this world evolution had favored enormous trees and large creatures with a diamond-framed skeleton. "I'll have to close it once we're through," Will said. He hurled himself at Will, shaking his arm, his shoulder, his hands, and the attacker was trying to shout again, but Baruch's hand was over his mouth. From above came a deep tremor, like a mighty dynamo, almost too low to hear, though it shook the very atoms of the air and jolted the marrow in Will's bones. "Ah, but I knew about them. I used to be a nun, you see. I thought physics could be done to the glory of God, till I saw there wasn't any God at all and that physics was more interesting anyway. The Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake, that's all." She reached the canopy in less time than she'd anticipated. The climbing was straightforward, the rope was kindly on her hands, and although she hadn't wanted to think about the problem of getting on top of the first branch, she found that the deep fissures in the bark helped her to get a solid purchase and feel secure. In fact, only fifteen minutes after she'd left the ground, she was standing on the first branch and planning her route to the next. Behind them, the rest of the bears were engaging with the strange cavalry, helped by the Gallivespians, whose stings enraged the horses. The lady on the blue hawk skimmed low and called: "Straight ahead now! Among the trees in the valley!" Ghosts.

It was almost impossible now to see the little boy, and her thoughts were spreading out and wandering away like sheep in a field. Why were they there? "Don't alarm yourself, Doctor. Fra Pavel has told me that the child is in another world. Please go on. The force of the bomb is directed by means of the hair?" "Yes, that's true," she said, and they moved up the slope, t, Will carrying his rucksack and Lyra happily carrying the little bag she kept the alethiometer in. Out of the corner of his eye, Will saw the two small spies following, but they kept their distance and made no threat. He was quiet for a long time. She knew he was thinking, though. The people in the shack were still staring, but Lyra's words eased the atmosphere a little, and the woman invited them to sit at the table, drawing out a bench. Will and Lyra lifted the sleeping dragonflies up to a shelf in a dark corner, where Tialys said they would rest till daylight, and then the Gallivespians joined them on the table. "Here," he said, pointing with a dirty fingernail at a spot in central Siberia, a long way east of the Urals. The river nearby flowed, as the priest had said, from the northern part of the mountains in Tibet all the way to the Arctic. He looked closely at the Himalaya, but he could see nothing like the map Baruch had sketched. "Well," he said, "it will mean that when we join battle, we shall have a new objective. My daughter and this boy have become separated from their daemons, somehow, and managed to survive; and their daemons are somewhere in this world, correct me if I'm summarizing wrongly, Mr. Basilides, their daemons are in this world, and Metatron is intent on capturing them. If he captures their daemons, the children will have to follow; and if he can control those two children, the future is his, forever. Our task is clear: we have to find the daemons before he does, and keep them safe till the girl and the boy rejoin them." And they were only the ones who had fallen near the path. There were other bodies and more wreckage on the cliff above and among the trees farther down. Shocked and silenced, the two children moved through the carnage, while the spies on their dragonflies looked around more coolly, accustomed to battle, noting how it had gone and who had lost most. Then the Chevalier Tialys said: "This is the world of Lord Asriel's Republic?" "Go in and look around," she whispered, and the daemon dropped through into the dark. The wide golden prairie that Lee Scoresby's ghost had seen briefly through the window was lying quiet under the first sun of morning. At first Balthamos didn't speak, but then he said, "Yes. Yes, of course I must. Sleep now, Will, and I shall stand guard, I shan't fail you." "Witches," said Paolo. "No time. Go. Go!" "What is that?" Mrs. Coulter said to the African king, and he replied: "I don't know." Baruch said, "We are sorry. I shall go on my own to Lord Asriel and give him our information, and ask him to send you help to find his daughter. It will be two days' flying time, if I navigate truly." "Nowhere," said a voice. "Well?" said Lyra, seeing Tialys raise his eyebrows. "You should always pay for what you take." In went the knife, along, down, back. Lee Scoresby's ghost looked through and saw a wide, quiet prairie under a brilliant moon, so very like his own homeland that he thought he'd been blessed. "We're not going to abandon you." Darting from rock to rock, the golden monkey reached Lord Roke. "Witches, and we couldn' fight them. They took them away, the girl and boy. We don' know where they went. But the woman, she came later. We thought maybe she got some kind of knife, to keep the Specters away, all right. And maybe you have, too," she added, lifting her chin to stare at him boldly. "Balthamos?" "About... I suppose about our age, or a bit older. Maybe more sometimes. We used to talk about Pan settling, him and me. We used to wonder what he'd be...” Will was too angry to speak. He got up and walked twenty steps away through the soft, deep sand, and then stopped, for the heat and humidity were stunning. Presently the leader trumpeted softly and the grazers moved away. The mulefa were preparing to leave. She felt joy that they had welcomed her, and sadness that they were leaving; but then she felt surprise as well. Part of it was physical. It felt as if an iron hand had gripped his heart and was pulling it out between his ribs, so that he pressed his hands to the place and vainly tried to hold it in. It was far deeper and far worse than the pain of losing his fingers. But it was mental, too: something secret and private was being dragged into the open, where it had no wish to be, and Will was nearly overcome by a mixture of pain and shame and fear and self-reproach, because he himself had caused it. "Stop!" he shouted. "Stop fighting. Let me speak to the bear!" It wasn't totally dark, as he'd thought. There was a faint source of illumination, like a stream of billions of tiny particles, faintly glowing. They flowed steadily down the tunnel like a river of light. It was hard for Atal to imagine speech without the trunk movements that clarified and defined it. She'd stopped in the middle of a row of beans and faced Mary with fascinated curiosity. Actually, Will felt very nervous. All his senses seemed to be clarified, so that he was aware of the tiniest insects drifting in the sun shafts and the rustle of every leaf and the movement of the clouds above, even though his eyes never left the cave mouth. "Well, he has. And so have you." Atal was soothed, and so was Mary, by this contact. Her friend was young and unmarried, and there were no young males in this group, so she would have to marry a zalif from outside; but contact wasn't easy, and sometimes Mary thought that Atal was anxious about her future. So she didn't begrudge the time she spent with her, and now she was happy to clean the wheel holes of all the dust and grime that accumulated there, and smooth the fragrant oil gently over her friend's claws while Atal's trunk lifted and straightened her hair. Lyra looked into Will's brilliant, strong eyes and smiled. Will tugged at Lyra's hand, and they both tried to run toward the door, but the harpy launched herself at them in a fury and only pulled up from the dive when Will turned, thrusting Lyra behind him and holding up the knife. "And I took the crucifix from around my neck and I threw it in the sea. That was it. All over. Gone. To her left the slope fell away into the dark, and far below was a glimmer of white and a thunder of water from the cataract of Saint-Jean-les-Eaux. Roger's face was different. His expression was the only one that contained hope. "It was only a light sting," said Tialys. "A full dose would have killed her, yes, but a small scratch will make her weak and drowsy for half a day or so." But he could whisper, and his voice said, "Lyra, I never thought I'd ever see you again, I thought even if you did come down here when you was dead, you'd be much older, you'd be a grownup, and you wouldn't want to speak to me...” Once she was sure it had settled, and that the roof was solid enough to support it, she took off the helmet and climbed down. Only when the last white wing had vanished in the afternoon haze did the mulefa ride down the highway again. They were full of sorrow and anger, but mainly they were powerfully anxious about the seedpod store. And she pushed him away, so that he crouched bitter and cold and frightened on the muddy ground. Lord Roke heard booted feet moving away over rock, and then she whispered: "You heard about the keys?" Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.

A cold wind was blowing, snapping at their eyelids, and the dark blue hawk soared up in a mighty draft, wheeling and screaming in the wild air. King Ogunwe drew his coat around him and rested his hand on his cheetah daemon's head. He said, "What is this drug you have? What do you have to do with it to wake her up?" Father MacPhail said to the guard, "Take her to the cellars. Put her in chains. I know just what we can do with this woman; I should have thought of it as soon as she appeared." "Landing. We're near the generating station." "I should see the patient and examine him thoroughly, and inquire into the positions of the planets at the hour when he fell asleep. These things can't be done in a hurry." "They're on a beach near a forest of large tree-ferns. There is no sign of animal life nearby. As we speak, both boy and girl are asleep; I spoke to the Chevalier Tialys not five minutes ago." He was formed like a dove, but his color was dark and hard to tell in the moonlight; at any rate, he showed up clearly on the white sand. The other bird still circled overhead, still singing, and then she flew down to join him: another dove, but pearl white, and with a crest of dark red feathers. "Listen," he said again, "Lyra, let's try and remember it exactly. There might be a way through. There might be a loophole." "Well," said Serafina, "the two of them will not fly like witches, and they will not live as long as we do; but thanks to what they did, you and they are witch in all but that." And as he hoisted the key out, a shout went up. He hauled up the massive shaft with all the strength he had, tugging, heaving, lifting, crawling, dragging, and hid beside a small boulder just as pounding feet arrived and voices called for light. "Shot?" "Why am I telling you this?" she went on. "Can I trust you? I think I have to. I can't escape anymore, there's nowhere else to go. And if you're a friend of Lyra's, you might be my friend, too. And I do need friends, I do need help. Everything's against me now. The Church will destroy me, too, as well as Lyra, if they find us. I'm alone, Will, just me in a cave with my daughter, and all the forces of all the worlds are trying to track us down. And here you are, to show how easy it is to find us, apparently. What are you going to do, Will? What do you want?" "Look," he said, "there's one of those fallen trees. Oh, Will, he's still alive! But, the poor thing..." "To lord Roke: "Yes," she said, "that's what the alethiometer says. It's close to his fortress." "Look how he hides, Metatron! He creeps through the dark like a rat..." "There's four,” she gulped, hand to her throat, and recovered, "four dead horses in there. And millions of flies..." Lyra could see the pair of them bristling, but Tialys was looking at Will's hand, which was on the sheath at his belt, and she knew he was thinking that while Will had the knife, he was stronger than they were. At all costs they mustn't know it was broken, then. The dragonflies were flying sluggishly now, and Tialys explained that they needed to rest; so they perched on Will's rucksack, and Lyra let the spies sit on her shoulders. Pantalaimon, leopard-shaped, looked up at them jealously, but he said nothing. They moved along the track, skirting the wretched shanties and the pools of sewage, and watching the never-ending stream of ghosts arriving and passing without hindrance into the town itself. There were men passing through in both directions: crew members, technicians, priests. Many of their daemons were dogs, brimming with curiosity. On the other side of the aisle, Mrs. Coulter sat awake and silent, her golden daemon watching everything from her lap and exuding malice. She sat down slowly, and he sat down beside her. "Who's Will? Where's he come from?

ФИО: ДМИТРЮК АЛЕКСАНДР АНДРЕЕВИЧ

Год рождения: 1989

Дата рождения: 03.09.1989

Адрес: Мичуринский просп. д.29 кв.163

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