— «You’re not the lady of the house — you’re the SERVANT,» — she laughed in front of the guests, not knowing that just a few days ago I had received twenty million
“Lenochka, dear, a little more salad for this wonderful lady,” said my mother-in-law Tamara Pavlovna, her voice sweet like jam but felt more like burning Tabasco — a scorching pretense. I silently nodded, taking the nearly empty salad bowl. The lady, my husband Slava’s third cousin, gave me a look full of irritation — the […]
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