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		<title>СЪДБОВНИ ГОДИНИ &#8211; роман &#8211; глава втора</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 09:18:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peniashkiplashkoff</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[СЪДБОВНИ ГОДИНИ - РОМАН]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[СЪДБОВНИ ГОДИНИ - роман - глава втора]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Влезе в техния вход и звънна  на апартамента. Димитрина отвори, погледна го с маслинените си очи и се усмихна.
- Здравей! – поздрави той, като отговори на усмивката й.
Подаде букет червени рози.
- Здравей, скъпи! Влизай! Благодаря, за вниманието!
Тя го прегърна с нежните си като върбови клони ръце. Целуна го и .........................
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		<title>СЪДБОВНИ ГОДИНИ &#8211; роман &#8211; глава първа</title>
		<link>http://beletristika.wordpress.com/2010/10/11/%d1%81%d1%8a%d0%b4%d0%b1%d0%be%d0%b2%d0%bd%d0%b8-%d0%b3%d0%be%d0%b4%d0%b8%d0%bd%d0%b8-%d1%80%d0%be%d0%bc%d0%b0%d0%bd-%d0%b3%d0%bb%d0%b0%d0%b2%d0%b0-%d0%bf%d1%8a%d1%80%d0%b2%d0%b0/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 09:06:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peniashkiplashkoff</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[СЪДБОВНИ ГОДИНИ - РОМАН]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Съдбовни години - роман - глава първа]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Дали това, в което се стремим,
е само земната човешка сграда,
или ни чака път несътворим,
или ни чака Раят или  Адът”.
Иван Атанасов

Диян седнал на плетения от камъш  шезлонг, беше с притворени очи и преосмисляше досегашния си живот. Бяха години, когато бизнесът му просперираше и кроеше големи планове за развитието…
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		<title>Изпепелени чувства &#8211; повест/четвърта част</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 19:07:08 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[ИЗПЕПЕЛЕНИ ЧУВСТВА - ПОВЕСТ]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Изпепелени чувства - повест/четвърта част]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Рано сутринта Десислава приготви сандвичи и кафе. Беше в страхотно настроение. Щастието което беше я обхванало изпълваше сърцето й.
Кирил се появи, а на лицето ме грееше дежурната усмивка.
- Как ми е момичето?
- Много добре! - а лицето й грейна като слънце.
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		<title>Незабравими моменти</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 19:03:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peniashkiplashkoff</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Незабравими моменти]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Този ден ми поднесе доста емоционални моменти. Първото което се случи, беше кучето на съседа Коджабашев, което свърши голямата си работа пред вратата на апартамента...<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=beletristika.wordpress.com&amp;blog=10787627&amp;post=376&amp;subd=beletristika&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Гостенката</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:36:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peniashkiplashkoff</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[РАЗКАЗИ]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Гостенката]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Румен Петров беше 47 – годишен, не много висок, снажен, с леко побеляла кестенява коса и морско сини очи.
Известно време беше  останал без работа. Мразеше бездействието. Стремеше се да гледа с перспектива на нещата -  свързани с живота му. 
................
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		<title>Да бъдеш</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 18:47:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peniashkiplashkoff</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[ЕСЕТА]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Да бъдеш]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Пред Човекът, независимо от времената в които е живял и живее, пред него стои основната дилема "Да бъдеш или да не бъдеш". Това е вечният въпрос на всички времена. Отговорът е един: "Да бъдеш".
" Да бъдеш" сега, или за напред, това е твоето, което трябва да го изживееш... <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=beletristika.wordpress.com&amp;blog=10787627&amp;post=367&amp;subd=beletristika&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Изпепелени чувства</title>
		<link>http://beletristika.wordpress.com/2010/03/02/%d0%b8%d0%b7%d0%bf%d0%b5%d0%bf%d0%b5%d0%bb%d0%b5%d0%bd%d0%b8-%d1%87%d1%83%d0%b2%d1%81%d1%82%d0%b2%d0%b0/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 17:47:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peniashkiplashkoff</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[РАЗКАЗИ]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA["Над всички неща е истината. Защото тя е единственото,
което господствува над всичко, и най-висшето,
което има преднина пред всички неща."
                                                             Джордано Бруно


Въпреки, че не желаеше да крие чувствата си заради някаква болка, сърцето му не даваше да го стори. Беше наясно със себе си, знаеше какво иска от живота и как да го постигне. Беше загубил голяма любов и дете, което обича, поради нелепи обстоятелства, според които сгрешиха двамата поради ред причини.
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		<title>Ноктюрно</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 17:31:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>peniashkiplashkoff</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Любовта не гледа с очите, а с душата…“
                                                     Шекспир „Сън в лятна нощ“

Борислав се събуди рано сутринта с главоболие. Не му се ставаше. Разтриваше слепоочията си и се опитваше да облекчи болката, но тя се инатеше и не отшумяваше. Не бързаше за никъде. Нямаше работа.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=beletristika.wordpress.com&amp;blog=10787627&amp;post=359&amp;subd=beletristika&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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