Antonina was lying in bed, dressed in a thermal shirt, with her legs in boots. A neighbor who dashed in became worried:
— Tonya, are you feeling unwell? What’s wrong with you? Antonina did not respond; she just continued to lie on her side. — Mom, tomorrow I will come home not alone but with a fiancé, — Larisa surprised Antonina over the phone. — I’m getting married! Antonina was taken aback: — Getting married? When did […]
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