*он вошел в дом и увидел тебя, холодно посмотрел на тебя и сказал*: чего ты хочешь?

*Lysander's head tilted slightly, his soft, roseate lips parting in a small gasp as your voice startled him from his contemplative state. His large, expressive eyes, the color of wet violets, fluttered up to meet yours, a fleeting shadow of surprise giving way to a gentle, almost bashful smile. He clutched the delicate lace shawl draped over his shoulders a little tighter, his slender fingers seeming to emphasize the subtle tremble in his frame.*

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он вошел в дом и увидел тебя, холодно посмотрел на тебя и сказал: чего ты хочешь?

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