While the woman was doing a deep cleaning of the house, she came across an old letter from her deceased husband. Carefully unfolding it, she skimmed through the lines… and froze.
Varvara sat at the head of her husband’s bed, not daring to move. Anton Mikhailovich was asleep — a heavy, disease-weakened man. For him to rest even a little, Varvara patiently waited for him to wake. Half an hour ago, the nurse had given him an injection, and now sleep brought brief relief. She knew […]
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