— And we didn’t have money for shashlik, so eat bread and vegetables,” — the bold faces of the relatives stretched in surprise.
Lena stood on the porch of the crooked summer house, examining the peeling boards and the glass yellowed by time. Meanwhile, Andrey kicked the wobbly step of the porch, grimacing at the creak of the rotten wood. “Well, Lenka,” he sighed, looking around at the warped window frames, “your Aunt Galya was right. It’s all […]
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