“Don’t worry, Mom! She won’t get a penny,” her husband boasted, unaware that his wife was eavesdropping.
Marina was coming home, exhausted. It was an ordinary autumn evening—weekday, damp. In her bags: bread, milk, a pack of buckwheat, apples. In the stairwell, as always, it smelled of mildew and boiled cabbage, and the bulb above the second floor flickered in its nervous rhythm, like an alarm signal. Climbing to the third floor, […]
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