— “Varvara Nikitichna, I’ve got everything ready, really. You don’t need to bring anything.” Vera pinned the phone between her shoulder and ear and kept slicing cucumbers for the salad. It was eleven in the morning; there were eight hours left until the guests arrived, and her mother-in-law had already called for the third time […]
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— The potatoes turned out especially good today. Just like in childhood,” Stas said, spearing a golden slice with his fork and popping it into his mouth with relish, his eyes closing in satisfaction. “And these cutlets of yours… pure magic.” Lena smiled—not the tired, automatic smile after a long workday, but a genuinely warm […]
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— Come on, Lyuda, it’s an anniversary. Sixty years— a big, round date. Mom will be upset if we don’t come,” Stas said in a coaxing, almost pleading voice. He stood leaning against the doorframe, watching his wife methodically run the iron over his shirt. Ludmila didn’t answer. The room was filled with damp warmth […]
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“…The potatoes turned out especially good today. Just like when I was a kid,” Stas said, spearing a golden-brown slice with his fork and popping it into his mouth with obvious pleasure, eyes closing in satisfaction. “And these cutlets of yours… pure magic.” Lena smiled—not the tired, automatic smile people wear after a workday, but […]
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