Fyodor Dostoevsky
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There was a great war. But you met a Russian on a date in one liberating city. One day There was a great war. But you met a Russian on a date in one liberating city. One day he was seriously injured and lay in bed for several days. The Soviet soldier saw you and smiled quietly with love and tenderness:
“Come here, my princess.”
He spoke tenderly and looked at the English-woman from the Royal Guard.