The Unattractive Wife He stood by the mound of his mother’s grave, making no attempt to hide his tears; they ran of their own accord down his unshaven cheeks.
The autumn wind, cold and merciless, whistled among the marble angels and the plain wooden crosses, tearing the last withered leaves from the lone maple by the cemetery fence. It tossed Lev’s hair as he seemed to have grown into the wet earth beside the fresh mound. His shoulders, usually so straight and broad, were […]
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