Mom, you’re just a pauper!» Pashka shouted, slamming the door of his room.
«Mom, you’re just a pauper!» Pasha shouted, slamming the door of his room. Larisa froze in the hallway, clutching her son’s unironed T-shirt to her chest. His words hit harder than a slap. She leaned against the wall, feeling her knees tremble traitorously. Such scenes had become more frequent lately. «Pash,» she called softly, «let’s […]
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