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Of single boredom, right away They speak–but in a cunning way. They call him to their samovar– None but Dunya will pour the tea; They whisper to her: "Dunya, see!" And then produce her sweet guitar. O Christ! She then begins to cheep: "Come see me in my golden keep!"
I hereby extending my Tea House into the public domain. I grant anyone the right to use Choyons Tea House for seating, strolling, drinking, day dreaming, space outing only on one condition that you would leave a note saying how would you like to drink your tea!!
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