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The cold morning fog enveloped a damp station platform having made people staying on it into black shadows that was looking like dead persons. At the station the most different people met which meeting would be strange and inappropriate outside this building. There were a business man who always quarreled with somebody on the phone, and some young couple with dark under-eye circles, they were sitting on the bench and holding hands; old man was wearing worn but nite grey suit and had cane in his hand. His name was Mr. Bening. Obviously he was nervous because he was stepping from one foot to another and all that time he was looking at the old station watch, counting second by second to the arrival of a train. Here doors opens with a racket and cute little six years old girl flew in the station, and after her dazzling sunshine bursted in the station. It jumped off somewhere from the watch, pierced the cold fog and became a indication of a new day.
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Jumping on the train old man last time looked back. There were staying they and were waving to him for farewell.
Goodbye - he whispered. And the train was speeding up disappeared with new passengers in the dazzling light of the new day.

cold morning fog enveloped crude station platform, making it stood for black people in the shadows, like the dead. at the station brought together a wide variety of people gathering outside the building which would be a last resort surprising and inappropriate. here was the business man, constantly quarreling with someone on the phone, and a pair of young people with dark circles under the eyes, they sat at lavochke seized of the hands, an elderly man in shabby, but opryatnom gray suit and walking stick in his hand. his name was Mr. Bening. He is clearly nervous, because cross from one foot to the other and not look down on the old station clock, otschityvayuschih second per second arrival of the train. then the doors clash on raspahnulis and platform vletela premilenkaya girl six years old, and her platform vorvalsya dazzling ray of sunshine. He sprygnul where - since hours, pierced the cold fog and became a harbinger of a new day.
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zaprygivaya a train in the old lord was last looked. they stood there and swang his hand goodbye ...
- Goodbye - prosheptal he said. and recruited speed train went into hiding with new passengers in the blinding light of a new day.

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The cold morning fog has shrouded a crude station platform, having transformed people standing on it in the black shades resembling dead persons. At station the most different people which meeting behind building walls would be as a last resort surprising and неуместой have gathered. Here there was also the business man constantly quarrelling with someone by phone, and pair of young men, with dark circles under eyes, they sat on a shop having joined hands; the elderly person in shabby, but a tidy grey suit and a cane in a hand. Him called the Mr. бенинг. It obviously was nervous, because shifted from one foot to the other and did not lower a sight from the old station o'clock, counting second after a second train arrival. Here doors with a roar have swung open and on a platform the very nice little girl of years of six has flown, and behind it on a platform the dazzling ray of the sun has rushed. It has jumped off whence - that from hours, has pierced a cold fog and became a harbinger of new day.
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Jumping in a train the elderly mister last time has looked back. There there were they and gave to it up as a bad job at parting...
- Farewell - he has whispered. And the train speeding up has disappeared with new passengers in blinding light of new day.
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