I’m not going to sign a marriage contract that takes away all my rights,” I said, putting the pen aside.
Anna turned on the kettle and absentmindedly looked out the window. The spring outside was too cheerful for her mood. Someone was honking near the house, most likely Valentina Petrovna from the third floor, whose brake pedal and horn were connected by a single nerve. The air smelled of fried onions and children’s screams. The … Read more