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А мой любимый рассказ- это К. Воннегут "Долгая прогулка-навсегда". Всегда слёзы наворачиваются, особенно если на английском читать:
...Catharine watched him grow smaller in the long perspective of shadows and trees, knew
that if he stopped and turned now, if he called to her, she would run to him. She would have no
choice.
Newt did stop. He did turn. He did call. "Catharine," he called.
She ran to him, put her arms aroud him, could not speak.
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