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V bol´shom starom mire, gde za vse platitsya monetoy, nevozmozhno zhit´ bez chuda. A oshchushenie skazki, probivayushcheesya skvoz´ tuguyu plenku vospominaniy iz proshlogo, nastoychivo shepchet nam, chto nechto prekrasnoe sovsem ryadom. Nashi deti. Nashe nastoyashchee, nashe budushchee. Nashe vse. I esli ponyat´ eto vsey dushoy i zastyt´ v bezmolvii khotya by na mig, mozhno vdrug uslyshat´, kak vokrug etogo schast´ya kruzhitsya planeta...

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Ya - mama. Konechno zhe eshche ya zhena, khozyayka, dizayner, rekonstruktor srednevekov´ya, instruktor po pravil´nomu pitaniyu i mnogo drugikh gordykh zvaniy... Nu i domoroshchennyy pisatel´, kotoryy vovsyu stremitsya stat´ nastoyashchim. Iskrenne lyublyu to, chem zanimayus´. Delit´sya svoim vnutrennim mirom, zaryazhaya neravnodushnykh svoey iskroy - prekrasnoe zanyatie!

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