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Svetlana Vladimirovna

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Ukraine Odessa, Ukraine
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  • One day...

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    One day... — example of freelancer's portfolio work in category Rewriting
    He woke up suddenly, as from a shock, out of a sleep forgotten, having difficulty realizing the reality of what is happening.It is already lighting.The usual sounds of the awakening village reached his hearing.Drying the sheep going to the outskirts under the hurted curls of the pastors, smell of smoke from the smokers before the altars in the house of the spices.Spirits - they are cruel and thirsty, he only realized that now.They always demand the best sacrifices and without demand take the most expensive.He was always generous with the spirits, the most feeded bear from his sheep he brought to the altar, and it must be acknowledged that so far the spirits guarded his house.He multiplied the sheep of his father, and the sheep was well fertile.He married the most beautiful woman of their tribe.Unlike most of its peoples, low-growth and flat, it was high and thin, with a narrow stretched face and bright, bright colours of hair.A good woman came to him.She knew the secrets of making glinated cups and round-borne garlics, decorated them with a stainless painting with the help of fish bones and a overwhelmed thread, her vessels were pleasant with the spirit, aromatic smoking for a long time flooded in them before the altar.The elders told that when all of their kinds were bright and high, but walking on the steps and taking women from other tribes, the people of the kind became lower and their eyes were shaped, and the skin was dark under the steps of the sun, which was, by the way, comfortable with their semi-cute life.But his wife was high and bright, and the same little daughter grew up in her stomach.He was happy with the girl because she was like a mother, although she was waiting for a son.The man is the head of the race, and the first children must be born.Although the old people say that when it was different and, like the mother of the bees, the head of the breed was a woman.

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