«We came for the inheritance.» «But why weren’t you at the funeral? You are the children, aren’t you?» «What difference does it make. The house is ours. The inheritance.»
Pasha, Pasha, where are you?» Vasilina called for her husband. It was already 6 AM. They had argued yesterday, and her husband had gone to sleep on the veranda. There, in the summer kitchen, was a topchan, an old sofa that had been repurposed. Usually, by this time, he would already be in the yard, … Read more