“And now, Dimochka, try living without me!” Elina said—and walked away.
A light September rain was drizzling outside the window, tapping against the cornice, and the monotonous sound made her want to howl. Elina stood at the stove, stirring a chicken casserole with a wooden spatula, feeling the dull ache in her lower back. After a twelve-hour shift in the treatment room of the city hospital, […]
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