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Intro. The first day is in the hall. I nervously crossed from foot to foot, feeling a stranger among the roar of iron and the clang of pancakes. And then he saw him-in a blood-red T-shirt, which was licking to the back, like a second skin, and faded gray pants who saw views. He stood at the rack, his clumsy hands with bandaged fingers methodically torn iron, each movement was given to the dull knock of the neck thrown to the floor. When my trembling hand dropped the dumbbell, the roar spread throughout the hall. Everyone turned around - except for him. He only strained his jaw, not even giving me a look, and continued his own as if I were an empty place. Drops of sweat flowed down his back of his head, leaving dark marks on red fabric. At that moment, I realized: there are my own laws. And so far I am in them - nobody.
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Intro. The first day is in the hall. I nervously crossed from foot to foot, feeling a stranger among the roar of iron and the clang of pancakes. And then he saw him-in a blood-red T-shirt, which was licking to the back, like a second skin, and faded gray pants who saw views. He stood at the rack, his clumsy hands with bandaged fingers methodically torn iron, each movement was given to the dull knock of the neck thrown to the floor. When my trembling hand dropped the dumbbell, the roar spread throughout the hall. Everyone turned around - except for him. He only strained his jaw, not even giving me a look, and continued his own as if I were an empty place. Drops of sweat flowed down his back of his head, leaving dark marks on red fabric. At that moment, I realized: there are my own laws. And so far I am in them - nobody.
Rasul
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Rasul