An Unattractive Wife. Artyom stood by the fresh grave, and the world around him lost all its color, turning into a gray, clammy watercolor.
Artyom stood by the fresh grave, and the world around him lost all color, turning into a damp, gray watercolor. They had just lowered the coffin with his mother, Sofya Mikhailovna, into the wet earth. He didn’t try to hold back his tears—they flowed of their own accord, hot and salty, leaving damp tracks on […]
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