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I also had a story with "Upyr" (read, it seems, in ninth grade)....

The weak...
To me, a fifteen-year-old sister in my five read under the corresponding decoration - a dark apartment, only a fire, a strong thunderstorm on the street, we are at home two, we lie on the parent's couch, and she expresses, sometimes swinging, reading out loud. Maybe because it’s hard to imagine anything more terrifying than playing with her in the hospital for 2 years before, when she very naturally pretended that she would be doing the operation now and this moment will cut my naked stomach with a sharp kitchen knife, which I was strictly forbidden to touch at all. My mother went up to the fifth floor when she heard my wild cries down there.