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Installed
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Установлен
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Translated by
Alexander Schilling
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Reviewed by
Aleksey Kabanov
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:109
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Font not available.
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Шрифт недоступен.
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Translated and reviewed by
Aleksey Kabanov
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:110
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Please check your network connection.
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Проверьте соединение с Интернетом.
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Translated and reviewed by
Aleksey Kabanov
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:111
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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
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Однажды утром, когда Грегор Замза проснулся от кошмарного сна, он оказался в своей постели и превратился в ужасного жука. Он лежал на спиной броне, и если он немного поднял голову то мог видеть его коричневый живот, слегка выпуклый и разделенный арками в жесткими перегородками.
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Translated by
Dmitry Kireev
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Reviewed by
Dmitry Kireev
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:119
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet...
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(no translation yet)
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:120
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Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
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(no translation yet)
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:121
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I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids — and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.
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(no translation yet)
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:122
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Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air.
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(no translation yet)
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:123
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Enter text...
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Введите текст...
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Translated by
Alexander Schilling
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Reviewed by
Aleksey Kabanov
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Located in
../typecatcher/html_preview.py:143
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Fonts
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Шрифты
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Translated by
Alexander Schilling
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Reviewed by
Aleksey Kabanov
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Located in
../typecatcher/TypeCatcherWindow.py:72
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