— And when will the meat be ready? — The guests didn’t even hide that they’d come just to eat.
Marina wiped her hands on her apron and looked over the terrace. The table was set perfectly—just like everything in her life. Olivier salad in a crystal bowl, herring under a fur coat cut into neat individual portions, homemade eggplant caviar in a ceramic pot she had bought especially for the dacha. Even the tomatoes […]
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