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WITNESSES OF A PAST LIFE

Vyktor Verkhovod

– Constantly the same temperature.

- Grace.

– Finally, we found peace and found care, like in those good, distant times, when the gatekeeper stood nearby...

– You can’t find sideburns like the ones he had now...

“He carefully rubbed us with wax, polished our hands with fine sand and polished us with a piece of an old overcoat...

- Do you think it was his overcoat?

- Well, of course! I can judge this by his bearing and army discipline.

“That’s right, that’s why the owner respected him.”

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