The fugitive convict burst into the old woman’s house amid the storm. But the old lady turned out to be far from ordinary.
Anna Fedorovna sighed deeply as she positioned yet another pot beneath the raindrops that stubbornly pierced through the ceiling. The old woman shook her head, as if conversing with the sky itself. — What a nuisance! And when will it ever stop? The rain seems endless. Could it be that, up above, God’s roof has […]
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