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The street was filled with people going about their business. The dampened, cool breeze carried a strong odor of a detergent and everywhere one could look, clothe-lines sagged from heavy loads of slowly drying garments. The kids in patched up, yet bright outfits roamed through the street, yelling at one another and playing games of various kind. Their mothers occupied themselves by washing windows, sweeping their porches or making stacks of dried up clothe inside heavily woven straw baskets. Few men were seen reading a newspaper or playing checkers on a fairly large decrepit wooden table, encircled by a mass of enthusiasts. For Richard it was just another day. It has not been more then a two months since Richard's parents brought him to this, rather boring town of Nituno, located about a hundred and twenty kilometers away from Rome. They have embarked on a long and strenuous journey from Azerbajan, a southern republic of Soviet Union, to United States and had to make an indefinite stop in Italy in order to be interviewed by American ambassadors, in order to gain refuge asylum to America. Having seventeen years of experience behind him, Richard was completely aware of all of the procedures and was overly anxious of leavi
Richard's parents were hard workers, both engineers by profession, here reduced to being clerks at a local grocery store. Richard occupied himself primarily by reading and occasionally performing odd jobs to earn some extra money. With an exception of a few acquaintances, neither Richard nor his parents had any real friends to spend their leisure time with. Since birth Richard was blessed with an ability to learn quickly. Unlike his parents he was almost fluent in Italian and if it was not for his accent, no native could have ever guessed that he was not Italian. That day Richard was sitting on the grass reading Anton Checkhov, when he noticed someone never before seen in this particular neighborhood. A girl was putting up sheets to dry onto a long nylon line connected to her side of the house and a large oak tree, some twenty or thirty feet away. She had a slim though well-developed body; her hair, her mouth, and smooth white skin, all combined to give an impression of beauty just as color and light and shadow and texture combine to make a picture beautiful long before the details are apparent. Her eyes were sparkling green like two bright stars shining down on us at night. Her lovelin
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Approximate Word count = 814
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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