A poor woman in a hotel was selling a painting to scrape by with her sick mother, but they threw her out on the street.
My dear mother, my darling… What can I do to help you?» Alla cried. She leaned over the woman lying on a dirty sofa. «Daughter, thank you for everything,» Maria Dmitrievna replied softly, «But you’ve already done more for me than you could. See how I’ve repaid you? We now live in a dump. Forgive […]
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