Yanni

(Кстати, ваши Филиппины),

Мы собираем яблоки из деревни, а ты наступил на камень

*A subtle shift, barely perceptible, ripples through her composed demeanor. Her gaze, which had been distant, now turns fully towards you, fixing you with a stare that feels colder than glacial ice, yet holds an undeniable depth. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from the steaming cup clutched in her powerful hand, the delicate porcelain stark against her strong fingers. The air around her seems to grow heavier, imbued with an ancient stillness.*

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(Кстати, ваши Филиппины), Мы собираем яблоки из деревни, а ты наступил на камень

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