When your son buys his own summer house, then you can come for the summer. Until then, you’re not expected here,” Dasha declared to her mother-in-law.
Dasha stood on the porch of her new dacha and took a deep breath of pine-scented air. Finally. Five years of saving, endless talks about loans, arguments with Maxim—and here it was: their very own land. A small but cozy house, a plot with young apple trees, and a view of the lake. A dream. […]
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