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A maiden-beauty is sitting in a high tower, tears are shedding flammable and guarded by a dragon … Aha. Only not in a tower, but in a cave. And the maiden-beauty herself will make anyone cry. And the dragon … well, that is, I am not such a tyrant and despot. It all started as … he lived in his own cave, did not touch anyone. And then a letter from an ancestor, they say, replace the old man’s son at work. Why not, I thought. And he took it … What can I say, my refined psyche has never been subjected to such a brutal mockery. I never tire of repeating — I hate princesses! I hate it!
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