The dog met every bus from the city for a month. But when they found out what had happened…
«Well, son, tell me, how is it in the city?» his mother bustled around the stove, constantly adding hot pies to the plate. Nikita smiled, looking at her gray crown. Always the same—always in motion, always busy. Just more wrinkles and a bit more bent back. «It’s quiet, mom. We finally finished the renovation.» «And […]
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