“You need to be friends with me,” my mother-in-law kept repeating — and then she humiliated me in front of everyone. Until my father-in-law finally made her shut up.
“You need to be friends with me, Anechka. I’m a forgiving woman, but I have a good memory,” Tamara Pavlovna said the phrase with her usual almost sickly-sweet smile, carefully straightening the lace napkin on the table. Her eyes, however, remained cold and sharp. Anna, who at the time was still a very young wife, […]
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