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Category: Writing and Poetry
Pharqraut, using the same characters of the great Irish playwright, forced them to act according to his plot. According to the plan of the future American inspector, When James Vane disembarks from a ship in an English port, he is immediately recruited into the headquarters of the revolutionaries, who, in order to test sailor's abilities, give him the task of killing Dorian Gray - who, as stated i... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Pharqraut, using the same characters of the great Irish playwright, forced them to act according to his plot. According to the plan of the future American inspector, When James Vane disembarks from a ship in an English port, he is immediately recruited into the headquarters of the revolutionaries, who, in order to test sailor's abilities, give him the task of killing Dorian Gray - who, as stated i... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
When the jammed latch finally deigned to make concessions to the human and released the inspector to freedom, Galbraith was already so tired that he did not unpack his things, but immediately went to the bed. Having undressed, he reached under the blanket and noticed with irritation that the sheet was burned by a cigarette, and the duvet cover had a hole. Pulling the blanket over himself, he thoug... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
After five minutes of silence, the taxi driver, without taking his hands off the steering wheel, sniffled. The inspector saw in the rear view mirror how a grin appeared on the man’s wrinkled face. - I think I guessed why you chose this hotel, - he said in a knowing tone. - Well, why? - Galbraith asked curiously. - According to the advertising brochures, then in one of his rooms stopped a certain p... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Galbraith, who needed to catch a British Airways flight, had to spend two and a half hours at Portland International Airport. The wait didn't promise to be pleasant - by this time, such a crowd had formed in the building that it was completely incomprehensible to the inspector, unfamiliar with local orders, how people would even get on their planes. Leaving his suitcase in one of the waiting rooms... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
When mister inspector finally told the prisoner his long narration - starting with the incident with the grocery store's pickpeanut and ending with his last conversation in the office of the mister chief inspector Schaeymoure, Galbraith wiped the sweat from his forehead and licked his dry lips. The prisoner was still sitting opposite him on his uncomfortable wooden chair, with his hands folded in ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
- I hope you don't mind, - the prisoner took a break. - If from now on I return to a detailed description of the events that happened to me? - Well, you go right ahead, - mister inspector Galbraith nodded understandingly. ⁂ The day after he and Delia returned from Japhet, Jo was awakened by a phone call. He, having forgotten about getting dressed and washed, walked up to the telephone as he was an... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
In general, Jerome Myron, who at school was a direct target for other people's insults, was dear to Delia. She could not say for what qualities she fell in love with him, but she was always pleased to realize that she could be useful to this golden-haired boy. Most of her thoughts related to school closely intersected with Jerry's personality. His name was something intimate to her, and whenever s... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
- Sorry again, mister Jordan Thurlow, - inspector Galbraith interrupted the prisoner for the second time. - From now on, I would like you to give only the main points of your story regarding Delia Yonce and her family. - All right, as you will, - Jo agreed. - To be honest, I'm tired tame the tongue. ⁂ In general, as soon as Delia once visited the house of her neighbor, Jordan Thurlow, she became h... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
While Jo & Delia sat on the floor in his office, the girl's mother finished setting the table in the kitchen. Having washed her hands and leaning half a step into the office. - And on that lovely note, y'all, welcome to the table! - she shouted. Two voices mixed in response to her invitation: - Thank you, missis Ivette! - Jo replied. - Thank you, mommy! - Delia did not remain in debt. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Mister Thurlow continued to hold the phone to his ear, but only beeps could be heard from it, indicating that the conversation between him and his neighbour had come to an end. He was still in shock from the content of the talking that had just happened between them. Slowly, as if half asleep, he put the phone down and plopped down in a chair, clutching his head with both hands. Darkness filled hi... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Jo greeted the new day with a severe headache - having not yet really woken up from sleep, he, wincing from the spasms running through his brain, barely got out of bed and sat down on the blanket that had been crumpled during the night. Soon, when his eyes were finally able to focus, he was able to roughly understand the cause of this illness - outside the window the rain was pouring down like buc... » Continue Reading
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