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Lived lived a poor young man. Had neither father nor mother. Left him a legacy of only home. Once, when a young man he studied archery, he saw the three dove tree, took aim and released the arrow. One

Under grey eyebrows, covered with tired eyelids, eyes of the old man looked at the warm fire of the candle. He saw the fire reflect his dashing youth, remembered the taste of past battles, remembering

Hi, the reader. I will not tell my name, but I hope that in the near future, will you read my book and style will know whose post you read here. Once in the hot afternoon I was walking down the street.