Noticing a little girl by her daughter’s grave, the old woman slowly approached her… And suddenly, as she got closer, she recoiled in horror.
Old Anna Petrovna regularly came to the cemetery to visit the grave of her daughter Marina—the only person she had lost too soon. This day was no different from the others: a gray autumn haze hung over the earth, a cool wind blew, and the silence was broken only by the rustling of falling leaves. […]
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