— Why did you change the locks? — the husband couldn’t get into the apartment, but the wife explained why the apartment now belongs to her.
Larisa Petrovna stood by the kitchen window, holding a cooled cup of tea in her hands. Outside the glass, familiar courtyards flashed by, gray nine-story buildings covered with the first October snow. For twenty-seven years, she had looked out this window. For twenty-seven years, she had cooked borscht in this kitchen, baked pies, and greeted […]
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