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2024-10-29 19:42:56Thick clouds of smoke swirled around the room, covering the people around the round table with a pungent smell. And the source of such a thick smoke was one gentleman who did not stop devouring a cigar.
Those sitting around the table did not feel uncomfortable at all, and only a few coughed from time to time, throwing sharp glances at the smoker.The rustling of papers and sighs alternating with laughter filled everything around.It was afternoon and it was raining outside, rainbows were rising on the roofs of the houses, creating a feeling of beauty. But the people sitting in the room did not notice this beauty at all. All they noticed were checks on which were written round sums and Adelard was sitting right in the center looking at the rainbow and dreaming about it.One of the men with round glasses and a goatee said, "Monsieur Adelard, as always, you are somewhere far away. May I give free rein to curiosity and ask you. What is
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When several clouds appeared in the sky, everything around was plunged into darkness.Now, it was the most ordinary night."Do I need a brother, a friend or someone else?" Adelard asked him the same question and feeling the coolness, got up and began to look down at the water, which was quietly sleeping.Now, the whole city fell asleep."I have a house nearby. Would you like to go there?!" Arthur suddenly asked.Adelard, with the naivete of a child, still did not know much about people and could not read between the lines. But what could be strange about the fact that his new friend invited him to his house?So he said, "It's getting late. I think Nicholas is waiting for me.""And Nicholas, who is he?!""He works for me. For everyone he is a servant, but for me he is a dear person who spent all his youth on me. His best years.""Well, let's go then?! I'll
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