Grandfather Miron lit a memorial candle next to the photograph of his wife, sat down on a stool, and sighed heavily…
Grandfather Miron lit a memorial candle by the photograph of his wife, sat down on a stool, and sighed heavily… «Here, Tanya, it’s been forty days since you passed. I feel so lost without you,» he thought with bitterness. «It’s time for me to follow you… What am I doing here? The children are grown. […]
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