— If you argue, my son will throw you out onto the street, — declared the mother-in-law, forgetting whose apartment this was.
Arina, bake a cabbage pie for dinner tomorrow,” Lyudmila Vasilievna declared, entering the kitchen and sitting down at the table. “I haven’t had a proper pastry in a long time; you’re always cooking some strange dishes.” Arina turned away from the stove where she was frying cutlets for dinner. Her mother-in-law sat with her usual […]
Продолжение...