The doctor saw her husband—who had died several years ago—lying on the operating table.
— Mom, are you working the night shift again today? — Katya asked, looking at her mother with concern, as if hoping for a different answer. — Yes, sweetheart. You and Yura will behave yourselves, won’t you? — Marina gently stroked her daughter’s hand, trying to reassure her. — Of course, Mom. But you never […]
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