“Svetlana is already thirty, and she’s still living in rented apartments. No home, no property, nothing to her name,” the relatives laughed.
“Sveta, how’s that rented apartment of yours? Has the landlady raised the price again?” her mother asked with false concern when the table briefly fell quiet. The family gathering was in full swing at Aunt Rimma Arkadyevna’s country house. Shashlik was finishing on the grill, someone was slicing vegetables, and children were racing around the […]
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