— I didn’t sign up to be a collective farm worker! If she wants potatoes, let her dig them herself! — the wife said and ended the call.
Olga was sitting at the kitchen table in their city apartment, sipping hot coffee and scrolling through the news on her phone. Outside, the rain was pattering, washing the first yellow leaves from the trees. The workweek had come to an end, and the long-awaited weekend was ahead. Her husband, Dmitry, was already getting ready … Read more