You’re already a cripple, give away the dacha, why do you need surgery?» laughs my sister into my face.
«I need surgery…» my voice trembles, like a thin thread ready to snap. «The doctors say that if I don’t, my legs might completely fail me…» My sister’s laughter, cold and prickly like an icy wind, cuts through the air: «You’re almost a cripple already, what’s the difference?» There’s malice in her words. «You should […]
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