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It immediately brought to mind the habit of some compatriots to sell kisses for a thousand rems... The more useless the service or product, the more expensive it is, and that's the only way to arouse the interest of jaded, wealthy idlers. Ushumgallu, who is not a bibliophile or a wealthy man, still didn't miss the opportunity to at least glance at the covers. Novel, novel, and another novel – the calcite didn't immediately realize that these weren't records of his past love conquests, but simply fictional books. "Love of something..." - yes, after the recent scene, one is happy to believe that he wrote something like that. Journalism – Chereshnya would probably have had a heart attack if she knew how much some journalists value their work.
Autobiography...
-- Hmm, isn't it a bit early to write one? At this age, people usually don't sum up their lives.
"Coven of Passion"
-- Now this is interesting," – Ushumgallu lingered next to the only example of documentary literature. – "I don't think you'll find anything like it even in the capital's library. Is it information from a first-hand source, or something like that?
Autobiography...
-- Hmm, isn't it a bit early to write one? At this age, people usually don't sum up their lives.
"Coven of Passion"
-- Now this is interesting," – Ushumgallu lingered next to the only example of documentary literature. – "I don't think you'll find anything like it even in the capital's library. Is it information from a first-hand source, or something like that?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers