— You sold the apartment for your mother? Well then live without a wife and without a home! — I shouted at my husband and went to pack my suitcase.
When Irina walked into the hallway, the air smelled of tobacco. The light in the corridor wasn’t on—the bulb that Andrey had promised to replace a week ago was still dead. She fumbled for the lamp in the living room, switched it on, and saw her husband sitting on the couch with a weary face […]
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