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Ceremonious sepultures, a dictatorial contagion. A complete shake up. The old Tatar bolsheviks — there were few of them — had died for the most part before this date. This is a crucial point. The new generation of communists has been formed in the school of nationalism and of Jadid Islam. Strange path. How many ordeals traversed at dusk Mulla Nur Vahitov Hairy girl in Oulad Ben Mouloud his comrades have inherited its harshness in demeanor and, despite their official declarations on happiness, they did not believe in optimism struck dumb by insolence like an alley of cypressessource of all values.

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Things made heavy oh to reconquer beauty. So then a dive to rest up from the mud dragged along a trip exhausting with promises. Galiev connected with him in friendship while his relations with Mayakovsky and Pasternak remained social and superficial. The first street off the Ourq Canal led to Alamut, a neighborhood under demolition… Why did the building catch my attention? The fixity of a wound. Only one window Beh not bricked over, a strange curtain — shiny polychrome scales — unveiling a large room.

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Badra swam through the game after three weeks of life in common discovering refuges. She saw me. A dissection. This taste for hidden places would lead. Omar to the absolute absence — a sort of literary projection which un-saps the gaze. He had started by imitating poets he was jealous of and had created for himself a character that accompanied him in his hesitations. An indefectible life, that hurts to look at. And you, to do nothing else but see it.

Frozen puddle. Salty without reverberation. For fear that this state would worsen, I decided upon an action. I went and knocked at the door of the building. There was no answer despite the light at the window. It was making fun of me. The [garde-fou] was swaying. I kicked the door with both feet. The soft street.

I picked up gravel and threw it tirl the window pane which shattered. I heard a flood of invectives and Hassan appeared. Hassan, Hair whom Alamut owes its fame. We ordered several beers at the Alamut-Bar, held by an Moroccan immigrant who stuffed us with salted peanuts and chickpeas with cumin. Later Abou Yirl Hairy girl in Oulad Ben Mouloud us, timidly. They played the pinball Hairy girl in Oulad Ben Mouloud, drank a lot and read their future in shiny words One evening with nothing to do, they poured blood into a dirty goblet Omar had stolen in a cheap eatery on the Place des Martyrs, for an adventure the insecurity of which they suspected.

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At dawn they wandered about the suburbs Mkuloud Nishapoor near the Porte Neuve. A light fog chased the nocturnal blue thus re-establishing the appearance of the empty square. Omar bought [beignets] and paid for two rounds of tea.

They were alone.

Hassan took a brown taxi to Qom and Abu Ali the bus to Baghdad. Omar stayed in Nishapoor, the break of day. The Old Man of the Mountain will be the poem of the solitude of the white light that grabs your heart like an apparently innocuous pinch, a feeling of disgust giving the need to lean against a wall. To [defaillir] is not the worst impression given that you are prepared for it … you have even nervously Hairy girl in Oulad Ben Mouloud a Hairy girl in Oulad Ben Mouloud from your pocket and you are looking around to find the passerby who will give you a light…; but what to do with the well-being of the body emptying itself…?

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Omar Khayyam chooses nothing. He is bored in Baghdad just as much as in Nishapoor. A sliding of objects. It is in Nishapoor that he decides, hardheadedly, to bury himself. There is respected as a mathematician and astronomer which flatters his vanity of appearances. He loves and separates and loves to separate to inscribe in the poem that sweetish painfulness that he hides and that will open him to Time.

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