Beloved, I won’t return. I’ve met someone else and want to stay with her,”—she received a letter from her husband, and then experienced…
Valka, dance!” shouted Lyubasha, the postwoman, as she ran into the yard, waving an envelope in her lifted hand. “Oh, leave me alone!” Valentina waved her hand dismissively and adjusted the scarf on her head, “I’m not up for dancing. The water’s boiling; I need to sterilize the jars. I’m pickling cucumbers.” “Here you go!” […]
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