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  Lucas Jenny
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  After ten years married life with the old count, Leah Villani remained a widow and a virgin. She no longer needs anything from life, she only dreams of setting up a park in the center of New York. But a beautiful stranger offers her any money for this piece of land, and at the same time himself as a lover...

• Obsessed with you. Part 1 (SI)
  Adrievskaya Tatiana
  Romance Novels, Contemporary Romance Novels
  

  Have you ever chosen who to love? Never in my life could I have imagined that fate would treat me so cruelly. When you become obsessed with a person who is forbidden to think about... And all that remains is to choose: love or betrayal.

  
  

  The text contains: very frankly, betrayal, love triangle

• Obsessed with you. Part 2 (SI)
  Adrievskaya Tatiana
  Romance Novels, Contemporary Romance Novels
  

  How to fight for happiness when everything is against me? How to stop the raging fear in your soul and not do something stupid? What if I made a mistake and ruined the life of a loved one? What if he fails and loses everything? Maybe he already regretted contacting me. Hated me! I want to destroy the whole world out of despair!

  
  

  The text contains: very frankly, a love triangle, strong main characters

• Tango on a bike
  Vasina Ekaterina
  Romance Novels, Contemporary Romance Novels,
  

  Roman teaches at the university, has a small online store and lives for his own pleasure. At work he is a serious and domineering man, and outside of it he is a bad and reckless Crazy who loves motorcycles, speed and beautiful girls. But none of them ever stayed with him for long. Everyone considered Christina a sweet and modest girl, a little shy. She always dreamed of great love, like many good girls. But alas, her first love turned out to be short, although stormy. Krazy left her too, not suspecting how much he had changed the girl’s fate.

• The Forgotten Army. The French in Egypt after Bonaparte 1799-1800 (part of chapter 2)
  Chudinov Alexander Viktorovich
  Science, Education, History
  

  The general, who had started a dangerous and risky campaign far away from the mother country, suddenly decided at one fine moment that he had had enough and fled to his homeland, forgetting how unnecessary thing, his army in a distant country. His name was Napoleon Bonaparte. And then he had new victories and new glory. Meanwhile, the soldiers and officers of the Eastern Army, forgotten by him in Egypt, continued to fight and die in obscurity on the sun-scorched African soil. Moreover, the army was forgotten not only in Egypt, but also in history...

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• Sweet Revenge (SI)
  Dana Star
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  What to do if you are doomed to pay off the debts of your deceased father until your death? And what should you do if a real mythical monster has your eye on you and you were soullessly thrown into a cage as lunch? A monster with fiery pupils, a human body the size of a whale, and the soul of a wild, untameable cat. The answer is obvious - to flee. But it’s impossible to escape from the chaos. He will find you everywhere. He will become your shadow, which will follow his prey until his very last breath. Because he is LIGER. And he... is the true master of the world. And for him you are... nothing more than food.

• Outcast
  Bouchard Sandra
  Romance Novels, Contemporary Romance Novels, Suspense Novels, Short Romance Novels, Erotica
  

  He is not my brother or friend. He is just a man with whom we meet year after year at my grandmother’s birthday. Cold, withdrawn, prim, unbearable - that’s what I thought about him before today. His gaze can boil the blood in the veins, his touch can turn your head, and his voice can awaken feelings that you didn’t even know about... Alex Adderley is a curse from which you should run without looking back. And I will not be an exception... But what to do if you are left alone in a room, without windows and doors? Photos used “Rear view. businessman" by ASDF_MEDIA and "Amazing woman portrait" by Irina Bg, Shutterstock. Contains obscene language.

Anatoly Ivanovich Moshkovsky

Lost spaceship. Seven days of miracles

LOST STARSHIPPER

Chapter 1. A VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION

Tolya stood with his brow furrowed.

It was all in vain... Everything, everything!

My father didn’t care that he had been preparing for this conversation for a whole month.

On this day, before his father arrived, Tolya sat in his room and thought for the last time about where to start the conversation. From the walls, colorful faces of inhabitants of other planets, drawn by his friend Alka, looked at him: long, wide, round, with one, two and even ten eyes; purple vines hung from the ceiling, fiery red shells tied to wires, and stuffed birds of unprecedented size with outstretched wings; against the walls lay blue, golden and black alien stones, large, but so light that they could easily be thrown across the room with a click; on the shelves there were books with very thin paper - a thousand or more pages each! - and with a small arrow on the binding: turn it - and the pages themselves turn at the speed you need.

My father brought all this from space missions and gave it to Tolya, who, from the time he learned to walk, raved about other worlds, dazzling, unknown, outlandish...

And so Tolya stood in the huge office, and his father repeated:

You can’t, son... Don’t you know that children under seventeen years of age are strictly prohibited from flying outside the solar system?

But why, dad? Can you tell me why?

It’s as if you don’t know yourself, you don’t read newspapers, don’t listen to the radio, don’t go to school where...

I'm listening! Understand! I'm studying! And therefore I know that this prohibition is outdated... Maybe I should show you the book “Scientific discoveries made by children over the past three years” again?

No need…

Tolin's father was a famous scientist, author of many books, vice-president of the Academy of Lepidoptera. Since childhood, he was so passionate about his butterflies that he never parted with a folding net and even studied them at home. The rarest butterflies, known in only two or three copies on Earth, were displayed in transparent boxes hanging on the walls of my father’s office. They were intricately painted by nature, and my father always showed them to guests with pride. In the cabinets and shelves of his office were kept boxes with tens of thousands of butterflies of the Earth and different planets where earthlings had visited; Here there were hundreds of books in different languages ​​of the Universe, dedicated to the same butterflies. And it seemed that the father could not live a day, not even an hour, without them!

And now he was answering Tolya and at the same time looking into the eyepiece of a small electron microscope to get a better look at the jagged wing of a butterfly with an unusually bright purple coloring. And Tolya, pale, quiet, big-eared, with sparkling eyes, stood at the table and looked at his father.

Tolya,” said the father, “you can’t do that!” Well, do you want me to put you on a spaceship that flies to the moon at seven fifteen tomorrow?

I don't want to go to the moon! Been there ten times! I know every stone and circus by heart! Soon they will open kindergartens there and they will come up with spacesuits for babies... Even our Zhora was there...

You should have gone with Seryozha Dubov and his father to Mars, they were calling you.

I don't want to go to Mars! I want to go super long...

I already answered you. It's like it's boring on Mars or even here... Oh, son, son!

I’m about to finish, son... Everything has its time, don’t rush, nothing will escape you. And on our Earth there is still a lot of undiscovered and mysterious... I am sure that your Andryusha Uvarov is not sitting idly in the archaeological camp; you know, they've already half-excavated the Inca city; they say it is almost completely preserved. And you could go with Andryusha and his brother. And the city of Khrustalny did not interest you, but it is in the very center of Antarctica... Well, admit it, how many radiograms did you receive from Petya Koltsov with an invitation to fly to him for at least a week?

“Ten,” Tolya said gloomily.

You see now! All your friends have gone away for the holidays in all directions, and you... Tolya, well, give me butterflies. Halve! This is so important...

I will catch you a billion butterflies, but not here, but there, only...

“You can’t, son,” the father repeated and sighed. - And don’t ask, don’t insist, learn to be patient... I beg you.

But you even fly to the most distant planets for your insects...

That’s right, I am sent there, and I also fly there at the request of these planets as a consultant. But for me, too, there are laws of the Highest Discipline, the Highest Conscience and the Highest Patience, and there are planets to which, for various reasons that depend and do not depend on me, I do not have the right to fly. But I'm an adult. And I cannot break the paragraph about children in the Instructions for Interstellar Flights. It was written by kind and wise people...

But why do they forget that children...

Tolya!... - The father leaned back in his chair in exhaustion. - Well, what kind of character do you have! You can’t even imagine what it’s like to fly there...

I can imagine! I am not afraid of anything! Dad, forgive me, but you... You're over-cautious! Above…

And in that case, you are super-brave, super-strange, super-boy! - Father stood up from the table, laughed and pulled him by the ear. - Are you eager to go super-distant, but have you learned to dive twenty meters? Have you read all five thousand pages of The Book of Oceans? Can you count the freckles on your own nose?

Tolya ran out of the office.

Those freckles again! These ridicule about the depth of his knowledge... Tolya rushed to his mother - she had already returned from her Academy of Clouds, where she was working on the problems of towing them to the arid regions of the Earth... But then he jumped away from the door: after all, his mother was also against his flight on top... - ah again this damned “over”! -...distant planets. And his brother, also a scientist who devoted his life to the life of crabs, did not support Tolya. And a sister who wrote poetry...

Tolya flew out of the apartment, pressed the green button glowing on the black board, and the elevator immediately rushed silently towards him. Tolya entered the cabin. How does this work out? He, Tolya, strives for the unusual, for the mysterious and lofty, and for them this...

Tolya sniffled, held back his tears and stepped out of the elevator. And he went out into the wide sunny courtyard. Plane trees grew here and roses bloomed - scarlet, white, yellow. Near one tree stood Zhora, nicknamed Glutton for his unheard-of, truly terrifying appetite. Besides, he was a cheerful fellow and a notorious slacker. There was no other boy like him in all of Sapphirn, and, as Tolin’s first friend Seryozha Dubov, who was now on Mars, assured, soon large excursions would be taken to their yard: let everyone know that there are still guys who can sit for hours lounging on a bench and do nothing and eat so much.

However, now Zhora was not idle and did not eat. He smelled the rose and at the same time looked out the window, behind which... Of course, he could not look out of any other window! He could only look out the window behind which Helen lived...

Here Tolya would have quickened his pace so that Glutton wouldn’t notice him, but Tolya walked slowly, and at the yellow booth with two robotic janitors who swept and watered the yard in the morning, he was overtaken by Glutton’s laughing voice:

Tolya, why are you sour? Did you cry?

Children's heads began to poke out of the windows of their large house, and this provoked Zhora the Glutton even more, and he wanted to add something, when suddenly he heard: - Glutton, do you want a banana? This was said by Alka Goryachev, the son of a famous artist and a bit of an artist himself, Tolin’s friend, not the very first, but also a very good one. Thin, fast, dexterous, he jumped out of the entrance with a bunch of yellow-green bananas, crooked like boomerangs.

Want! - Zhora-Glutton shouted, and Alka, tearing it from the bunch, threw one banana.

Zhora caught it, tore off the skin in three strips, put the damp-white, mealy fruit into his mouth and again looked at the windows with his tiny, lazy, cheerful eyes, sunk in his full, cheeky face, and began to chew with great appetite, then threw the peel behind the plane tree. and asked Alka for another one.

Eat! Chew! Enjoy! - Alka ran his hand over Zhora’s head against the grain with feeling and gave him another banana. And again the peel flew behind the plane tree...

Alka helped everyone out: whatever you ask him, he will help, do it, give it away.

Tell your father to lubricate the wipers better,” he reminded Zhora, “they always have a lot of work to do after you...

Zhorin's father was a mechanic who looked after the robots that cleaned up dust and dirt on their street. However, Zhora ignored Alka’s words.

Chapter 2. KOLESNIKOV

Meanwhile, Tolya went out onto Discovery Boulevard. Under his feet - before the robots had time to remove them - dry, yellow acacia petals rustled, and sharp-nosed multi-colored autoplanes rushed past him with a thin melodious whistle.

Anatoly Ivanovich Moshkovsky

Lost spaceship. Seven days of miracles

LOST STARSHIPPER

Chapter 1. A VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION

Tolya stood with his brow furrowed.

It was all in vain... Everything, everything!

My father didn’t care that he had been preparing for this conversation for a whole month.

On this day, before his father arrived, Tolya sat in his room and thought for the last time about where to start the conversation. From the walls, colorful faces of inhabitants of other planets, drawn by his friend Alka, looked at him: long, wide, round, with one, two and even ten eyes; purple vines hung from the ceiling, fiery red shells tied to wires, and stuffed birds of unprecedented size with outstretched wings; against the walls lay blue, golden and black alien stones, large, but so light that they could easily be thrown across the room with a click; on the shelves there were books with very thin paper - a thousand or more pages each! - and with a small arrow on the binding: turn it - and the pages themselves turn at the speed you need.

My father brought all this from space missions and gave it to Tolya, who, from the time he learned to walk, raved about other worlds, dazzling, unknown, outlandish...

And so Tolya stood in the huge office, and his father repeated:

You can’t, son... Don’t you know that children under seventeen years of age are strictly prohibited from flying outside the solar system?

But why, dad? Can you tell me why?

It’s as if you don’t know yourself, you don’t read newspapers, don’t listen to the radio, don’t go to school where...

I'm listening! Understand! I'm studying! And therefore I know that this prohibition is outdated... Maybe I should show you the book “Scientific discoveries made by children over the past three years” again?

No need…

Tolin's father was a famous scientist, author of many books, vice-president of the Academy of Lepidoptera. Since childhood, he was so passionate about his butterflies that he never parted with a folding net and even studied them at home. The rarest butterflies, known in only two or three copies on Earth, were displayed in transparent boxes hanging on the walls of my father’s office. They were intricately painted by nature, and my father always showed them to guests with pride. In the cabinets and shelves of his office were kept boxes with tens of thousands of butterflies of the Earth and different planets where earthlings had visited; Here there were hundreds of books in different languages ​​of the Universe, dedicated to the same butterflies. And it seemed that the father could not live a day, not even an hour, without them!

And now he was answering Tolya and at the same time looking into the eyepiece of a small electron microscope to get a better look at the jagged wing of a butterfly with an unusually bright purple coloring. And Tolya, pale, quiet, big-eared, with sparkling eyes, stood at the table and looked at his father.

Tolya,” said the father, “you can’t do that!” Well, do you want me to put you on a spaceship that flies to the moon at seven fifteen tomorrow?

I don't want to go to the moon! Been there ten times! I know every stone and circus by heart! Soon they will open kindergartens there and they will come up with spacesuits for babies... Even our Zhora was there...

You should have gone with Seryozha Dubov and his father to Mars, they were calling you.

I don't want to go to Mars! I want to go super long...

I already answered you. It's like it's boring on Mars or even here... Oh, son, son!

I’m about to finish, son... Everything has its time, don’t rush, nothing will escape you. And on our Earth there is still a lot of undiscovered and mysterious... I am sure that your Andryusha Uvarov is not sitting idly in the archaeological camp; you know, they've already half-excavated the Inca city; they say it is almost completely preserved. And you could go with Andryusha and his brother. And the city of Khrustalny did not interest you, but it is in the very center of Antarctica... Well, admit it, how many radiograms did you receive from Petya Koltsov with an invitation to fly to him for at least a week?

“Ten,” Tolya said gloomily.

You see now! All your friends have gone away for the holidays in all directions, and you... Tolya, well, give me butterflies. Halve! This is so important...

I will catch you a billion butterflies, but not here, but there, only...

“You can’t, son,” the father repeated and sighed. - And don’t ask, don’t insist, learn to be patient... I beg you.

But you even fly to the most distant planets for your insects...

That’s right, I am sent there, and I also fly there at the request of these planets as a consultant. But for me, too, there are laws of the Highest Discipline, the Highest Conscience and the Highest Patience, and there are planets to which, for various reasons that depend and do not depend on me, I do not have the right to fly. But I'm an adult. And I cannot break the paragraph about children in the Instructions for Interstellar Flights. It was written by kind and wise people...

But why do they forget that children...

Tolya!... - The father leaned back in his chair in exhaustion. - Well, what kind of character do you have! You can’t even imagine what it’s like to fly there...

I can imagine! I am not afraid of anything! Dad, forgive me, but you... You're over-cautious! Above…

And in that case, you are super-brave, super-strange, super-boy! - Father stood up from the table, laughed and pulled him by the ear. - Are you eager to go super-distant, but have you learned to dive twenty meters? Have you read all five thousand pages of The Book of Oceans? Can you count the freckles on your own nose?

Tolya ran out of the office.

Those freckles again! These ridicule about the depth of his knowledge... Tolya rushed to his mother - she had already returned from her Academy of Clouds, where she was working on the problems of towing them to the arid regions of the Earth... But then he jumped away from the door: after all, his mother was also against his flight on top... - ah again this damned “over”! -...distant planets. And his brother, also a scientist who devoted his life to the life of crabs, did not support Tolya. And a sister who wrote poetry...

Tolya flew out of the apartment, pressed the green button glowing on the black board, and the elevator immediately rushed silently towards him. Tolya entered the cabin. How does this work out? He, Tolya, strives for the unusual, for the mysterious and lofty, and for them this...

Tolya sniffled, held back his tears and stepped out of the elevator. And he went out into the wide sunny courtyard. Plane trees grew here and roses bloomed - scarlet, white, yellow. Near one tree stood Zhora, nicknamed Glutton for his unheard-of, truly terrifying appetite. Besides, he was a cheerful fellow and a notorious slacker. There was no other boy like him in all of Sapphirn, and, as Tolin’s first friend Seryozha Dubov, who was now on Mars, assured, soon large excursions would be taken to their yard: let everyone know that there are still guys who can sit for hours lounging on a bench and do nothing and eat so much.

Tolya stood with his brow furrowed.

It was all in vain... Everything, everything!

My father didn’t care that he had been preparing for this conversation for a whole month.

On this day, before his father arrived, Tolya sat in his room and thought for the last time about where to start the conversation. From the walls, colorful faces of inhabitants of other planets, drawn by his friend Alka, looked at him: long, wide, round, with one, two and even ten eyes; purple vines hung from the ceiling, fiery red shells tied to wires, and stuffed birds of unprecedented size with outstretched wings; against the walls lay blue, golden and black alien stones, large, but so light that they could easily be thrown across the room with a click; on the shelves there were books with very thin paper - a thousand or more pages each! - and with a small arrow on the binding: turn it - and the pages themselves turn at the speed you need.

My father brought all this from space missions and gave it to Tolya, who, from the time he learned to walk, raved about other worlds, dazzling, unknown, outlandish...

And so Tolya stood in the huge office, and his father repeated:

You can’t, son... Don’t you know that children under seventeen years of age are strictly prohibited from flying outside the solar system?

But why, dad? Can you tell me why?

It’s as if you don’t know yourself, you don’t read newspapers, don’t listen to the radio, don’t go to school where...

I'm listening! Understand! I'm studying! And therefore I know that this prohibition is outdated... Maybe I should show you the book “Scientific discoveries made by children over the past three years” again?

No need…

Tolin's father was a famous scientist, author of many books, vice-president of the Academy of Lepidoptera. Since childhood, he was so passionate about his butterflies that he never parted with a folding net and even studied them at home. The rarest butterflies, known in only two or three copies on Earth, were displayed in transparent boxes hanging on the walls of my father’s office. They were intricately painted by nature, and my father always showed them to guests with pride. In the cabinets and shelves of his office were kept boxes with tens of thousands of butterflies of the Earth and different planets where earthlings had visited; Here there were hundreds of books in different languages ​​of the Universe, dedicated to the same butterflies. And it seemed that the father could not live a day, not even an hour, without them!

And now he was answering Tolya and at the same time looking into the eyepiece of a small electron microscope to get a better look at the jagged wing of a butterfly with an unusually bright purple coloring. And Tolya, pale, quiet, big-eared, with sparkling eyes, stood at the table and looked at his father.

Tolya,” said the father, “you can’t do that!” Well, do you want me to put you on a spaceship that flies to the moon at seven fifteen tomorrow?

I don't want to go to the moon! Been there ten times! I know every stone and circus by heart! Soon they will open kindergartens there and they will come up with spacesuits for babies... Even our Zhora was there...

You should have gone with Seryozha Dubov and his father to Mars, they were calling you.

I don't want to go to Mars! I want to go super long...

I already answered you. It's like it's boring on Mars or even here... Oh, son, son!

I’m about to finish, son... Everything has its time, don’t rush, nothing will escape you. And on our Earth there is still a lot of undiscovered and mysterious... I am sure that your Andryusha Uvarov is not sitting idly in the archaeological camp; you know, they've already half-excavated the Inca city; they say it is almost completely preserved. And you could go with Andryusha and his brother. And the city of Khrustalny did not interest you, but it is in the very center of Antarctica... Well, admit it, how many radiograms did you receive from Petya Koltsov with an invitation to fly to him for at least a week?

“Ten,” Tolya said gloomily.

You see now! All your friends have gone away for the holidays in all directions, and you... Tolya, well, give me butterflies. Halve! This is so important...

I will catch you a billion butterflies, but not here, but there, only...

“You can’t, son,” the father repeated and sighed. - And don’t ask, don’t insist, learn to be patient... I beg you.

But you even fly to the most distant planets for your insects...

That’s right, I am sent there, and I also fly there at the request of these planets as a consultant. But for me, too, there are laws of the Highest Discipline, the Highest Conscience and the Highest Patience, and there are planets to which, for various reasons that depend and do not depend on me, I do not have the right to fly. But I'm an adult. And I cannot break the paragraph about children in the Instructions for Interstellar Flights. It was written by kind and wise people...

But why do they forget that children...

Tolya!... - The father leaned back in his chair in exhaustion. - Well, what kind of character do you have! You can’t even imagine what it’s like to fly there...

I can imagine! I am not afraid of anything! Dad, forgive me, but you... You're over-cautious! Above…

And in that case, you are super-brave, super-strange, super-boy! - Father stood up from the table, laughed and pulled him by the ear. - Are you eager to go super-distant, but have you learned to dive twenty meters? Have you read all five thousand pages of The Book of Oceans? Can you count the freckles on your own nose?

Tolya ran out of the office.

Those freckles again! These ridicule about the depth of his knowledge... Tolya rushed to his mother - she had already returned from her Academy of Clouds, where she was working on the problems of towing them to the arid regions of the Earth... But then he jumped away from the door: after all, his mother was also against his flight on top... - ah again this damned “over”! -...distant planets. And his brother, also a scientist who devoted his life to the life of crabs, did not support Tolya. And a sister who wrote poetry...

Tolya flew out of the apartment, pressed the green button glowing on the black board, and the elevator immediately rushed silently towards him. Tolya entered the cabin. How does this work out? He, Tolya, strives for the unusual, for the mysterious and lofty, and for them this...

Tolya sniffled, held back his tears and stepped out of the elevator. And he went out into the wide sunny courtyard. Plane trees grew here and roses bloomed - scarlet, white, yellow. Near one tree stood Zhora, nicknamed Glutton for his unheard-of, truly terrifying appetite. Besides, he was a cheerful fellow and a notorious slacker. There was no other boy like him in all of Sapphirn, and, as Tolin’s first friend Seryozha Dubov, who was now on Mars, assured, soon large excursions would be taken to their yard: let everyone know that there are still guys who can sit for hours lounging on a bench and do nothing and eat so much.

However, now Zhora was not idle and did not eat. He smelled the rose and at the same time looked out the window, behind which... Of course, he could not look out of any other window! He could only look out the window behind which Helen lived...

Here Tolya would have quickened his pace so that Glutton wouldn’t notice him, but Tolya walked slowly, and at the yellow booth with two robotic janitors who swept and watered the yard in the morning, he was overtaken by Glutton’s laughing voice:

Tolya, why are you sour? Did you cry?

Children's heads began to poke out of the windows of their large house, and this provoked Zhora the Glutton even more, and he wanted to add something, when suddenly he heard: - Glutton, do you want a banana? This was said by Alka Goryachev, the son of a famous artist and a bit of an artist himself, Tolin’s friend, not the very first, but also a very good one. Thin, fast, dexterous, he jumped out of the entrance with a bunch of yellow-green bananas, crooked like boomerangs.

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