“I’d like five jars of lecho. And three of adjika. And cucumbers with tomatoes, of course,” — the sister showed up again for preserves.
— Well, hello there, hard workers! I’ve come for some treats! The bright voice burst into the kitchen through the open window, making Nina flinch. The tongs slipped from her hands and splashed into the pot of boiling water. The scalding droplets burned her wrist, but the pain faded to the background—Svetlana herself was standing … Read more