Oh, so you live in your PARENTS’ apartment?! So I married a HOMELESS WOMAN?!” her husband yelled, slamming the door after his mother’s words.
On Saturday evening, the apartment on the third floor of the concrete nine-storey block smelled of fried potatoes – and of a heated argument that was just about ready to burst out. Anna shrugged off her coat, hooked it carelessly onto the crooked peg in the hallway and, slapping along the linoleum in worn-out slippers, […]
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