“Move out of the apartment? Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? Knock, knock—are there any brains left inside your head?” Albina asked her husband.
“Leave the apartment? Is that supposed to be some kind of joke? Knock, knock—are there any brains left inside your head?” Albina asked her husband. Evening descended over the city not in gentle twilight, but like a heavy, suffocating veil. The apartment, which until recently had smelled of cinnamon and tranquility, now carried the scent … Read more