“Why isn’t the floor mopped? And where’s dinner?” Gleb tossed his briefcase onto the couch and swept the room with an appraising look. “You’ve completely stopped taking care of yourself!”
— “Why isn’t the floor washed? And where’s dinner?” Gleb threw his briefcase on the couch and looked around the room. “You’ve stopped taking care of yourself altogether!” Marina froze at the stove, flustered. It was past midnight, and there she was, like a fool, waiting for her husband with a hot dinner. He smelled […]
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