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Перейти в чатThe sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork. - Arthur Conan Doyle from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/the-sky-was-of-the-deepest-blue-with-a-few-white-fleecy-clouds-drifting-lazily-across-it-and-the-air-was