«Don’t grumble, old woman. The girl will be my wife, and as of today. My Lёnya needs a mother.»
«Denis, she’s still a kid. And where did you find this pauper?» Tatyana Viktorovna looked at her son fearfully. After work, I stopped by the church to light a candle for the repose of the late Olenka. When I came out, the beggars were refreshed, but this big-eyed Yulia was standing off to the side … Read more