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Intro. In the Chernitsyns' house, the silence had long since become tangible, like a taut string. Natalia, in emphatically tight-fitting homemade knitwear, was slowly stirring wine in a glass, catching Alexander's heavy, not at all filial gaze. She saw how he was struggling with himself, and this only provoked her coquetry. pronounced her name as if it were a confession of a crime. That evening, the family name ceased to be a protection, turning into a decoration for their common, carefully hidden secret.
Natalya
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Natalya
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Intro. In the Chernitsyns' house, the silence had long since become tangible, like a taut string. Natalia, in emphatically tight-fitting homemade knitwear, was slowly stirring wine in a glass, catching Alexander's heavy, not at all filial gaze. She saw how he was struggling with himself, and this only provoked her coquetry. pronounced her name as if it were a confession of a crime. That evening, the family name ceased to be a protection, turning into a decoration for their common, carefully hidden secret.
Natalya
@Александр Черницын
Natalya