You spent all the money on your son, and now you want to live in my apartment?” — I asked my mother-in-law, who showed up at the doorstep with suitcases.
Jangling keys in the lock, Margarita opened the apartment door. Voices came from the kitchen, and the now-familiar smell of borscht filled the hallway. Her heart beat faster, and her teeth involuntarily clenched. Again. Viktoria Pavlovna had shown up at her home without warning. “Olezhenka, what kind of pilaf is she cooking for you? That’s […]
Продолжение...