When Olga fell ill, her husband still showed up at the hospital for a while and then stopped. Well, “husband”—officially they never even registered their marriage. Uma, Olga’s friend, scolded her for that:
Uma, when she found out about the move, didn’t even try to hide her delight. “See? You’ll snag yourself a man right away.” “How can you say that!” “What? He’s a widower, and you’re basically one too. Don’t miss your chance, girlfriend!” Olga felt uncomfortable: did other people think that way too? Why do people […]
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