“— I walk into the dacha without warning, and they’re having lunch: the twins get pies and grapes, while my Alisa gets oatmeal cooked in water, separately, on a stool.
— I walk into the country house without warning, and they’re having lunch: pastries and grapes for the twins, and for my Alisa — oatmeal made with water, separately, on a little stool. — Why don’t you pour it into a separate bowl for her too, Tamara Petrovna? Better yet, hang up a sign: “Not … Read more