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  <title>Devant le ciel blue</title>
  <subtitle>春子</subtitle>
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    <name>春子</name>
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  <updated>2007-11-20T14:44:14Z</updated>
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    <title>dance_of_spring @ 2007-11-20T17:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-20T14:44:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-20T14:44:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for being absent for nearly 2 weeks. It's awful - the winter exams are closer and closer, and too mush work is to be done. It isn't too cold in Moscow yet, it's just -8C, but I'm already sick of it. I wish it was spring.&lt;br /&gt;I met Lena in a cafe yesterday. omg, when I saw her I realized that I have missed her so much during this year! She hasn't changed even a bit. She's still a talented and pretty girl with bright eyes. It's strange that we failed to see each other for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew yesterday practically shouted at me because of my smoking. "You must give it up at once!" - he shouted,&amp;nbsp;inhaling the smoke. I think I will never understand the men's logic. "Don't look at me", - he said finally. " I've been smoking since the second year at Uni, you don't want to look like me, do you?". He is so funny sometimes =))&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>that's funny.</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T21:00:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-08T21:00:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm having just 6 hours before the time I'll have to get up, and at the same time I have several pages of English political&amp;nbsp;texts and one ancient&amp;nbsp;Korean&amp;nbsp;legend to translate. Funny, but the English texts are about five years' prescription in Tbilisi - regarding the current events in this city, it's someway strange to translate :]&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;OMG I wish I was a pricess living in a big bright castle near the sea, with a big garden and a beautiful landscape...&lt;/strike&gt; And I also wish to have a chance of sleeping at least an hour this night ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>it's the truth thas is better...isn't it?</title>
    <published>2007-11-07T13:11:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-07T15:45:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;i'm lost in someway. to whom must i&amp;nbsp;believe? one thing is clear to me -&amp;nbsp;hanging up the receiver is not the right way to deal with what has happened... now i know the real situation, and what shall we do now? it's natural that i can' keep worrying. she tried to calm me down. by lying, that is obvious. as for me, i wouldn’t tell the truth in such a situation either. well imagine, if you learn that a very close person is seriously ill - he tells u about it himself -&amp;nbsp;and you call to his intimate friend, who tries 2 convince u that's all just a lie? who will believe to her in such situation, damn it? and now&amp;nbsp;now? just ignoring my phone&amp;nbsp;calls... the best way out, indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>dance_of_spring @ 2007-11-03T01:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T22:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T22:56:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you cannot suffer anymore you begin to cry. here he comes again. the dark angel. he's not a bad guy. he's just all in himself.&lt;br /&gt;-you're still smoking? throw it away. anyway there's not any fresh air in the room,&lt;br /&gt;-i do not need it.&lt;br /&gt;he comes up to the window and stands there, and looking far-far away. as if he's trying to find the very same single heart that he is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that's in vain. i know it very well.&lt;br /&gt;i come to him and kiss his lips.&lt;br /&gt;-no. this time i must go to the heaven.&lt;br /&gt;-but you gonna come to my place again, don't you.&lt;br /&gt;-certainly. tomorrow. five o'clock&lt;br /&gt;he always flies away without saying goodbye. i am sick of it. after all he had promised.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to fly with him someday, 'cause i adore neon lights...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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