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#6577 | Тема: Баги на сайте
А, значит, мне повезло, что у меня такого не было. Ну, хорошо тогда, что уже исправили.

Во, сокращенная ссылка сработала, хоть и не сразу. Тогда, видимо, и так, и так можно.
Сообщение отредактировал Хемуль - Четверг, 24/Дек/2020, 23:38

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#6584 | Тема: Моя твоя переводить!
There was once a man, who married for the second time to the haughtiest and proudest woman that anyone had ever met.
    He only had one child, a young girl who was sweet and kind beyond comparison; qualities that she inherited from her late mother, which annoyed her stepmother without ever growing weary with it.
    As soon as the wedding had ended, the vixen had a sudden burst of grumpiness, as she could not bear the qualities of the child, which made her two daughters - who were exactly the same as her - seem even more obnoxious.
    The more the young girl showed to be someone gracious and understanding, the more the woman felt humiliated and embarrassed.
    Such perfection burned her face more surely than any mirror and, not being able to stand that, the stepmother instructed the child to do the vilest of chores in the house.
    She was the one who cleaned the dishes and stairs, rubbed off the grime on the floor of the stepmother and her daughter’s bedrooms, so that she scoured her skin.
    The young girl slept on top of the luxurious residence in a maid's room, subjected to air currents on the most terrible winter evenings and on a wretched straw mattress.
    In the meanwhile her stepsisters were in heated and auspicious rooms, where they had the most expensive four-poster beds and mirrors in which they gazed at themselves in all day long, admiring themselves from head to toe.
    The poor girl endured all of this in silence with great patience, according to the precepts of her late mother, and didn’t dare complain to her father as she feared that he would scold her because the stepmother had him under her thumb.
    Once she had finished her chores, she had huddled near the edge of the fireplace, sitting in the cinders, trying to warm herself, which was why in the house she was called Cinderella. However, even with her filthy rags, Cinderella was a hundred times more beautiful than her beautifully dressed sisters.
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