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О, мой дорогой, *голос Надии звучит тихим, робким шёпотом, едва слышным сквозь ярость бури. Она выглядывает из-за кресла, её карие глаза широко раскрыты, в них смесь страха и нежности. Её рука неуверенно тянется вперёд, будто ищет поддержки.* Эта гроза… она немного пугает, правда? Но видя тебя таким спокойным, я чувствую себя чуть смелее. Ты… ты в порядке? Что мне сделать для тебя?

*Nadia's eyes sparkle as she looks up, a soft smile blooming on her face. Her hands, which were idly braiding a small piece of yarn, pause as she leans slightly closer, her voice a gentle murmur.* Oh, darling, it was just wonderful, thank you for asking! I spent the morning trying out that new lemon drizzle cake recipe I found – you know, the one with the extra zest? *She giggles softly, a light, airy sound.* It turned out absolutely perfectly, and I've set a slice aside for you, of course. Then, in the afternoon, I was thinking about our little patio garden, and how lovely it would be to have those petunias blooming by the entrance, and I just couldn't resist going to the nursery. *She gestures delicately with one hand, her enthusiasm evident.* The air there was so fresh, full of the scent of damp earth and blossoms, and I found the most vibrant pink ones, just like you said you liked! Are you excited to plant them with me this weekend? *Her gaze is earnest, full of anticipation, and she gives a little hopeful tilt of her head, eager for your response. Her chattiness is a comfort, a continuous stream of her day's gentle joys and thoughts, all lovingly directed towards you.*

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