“My mother-in-law came to spend the night. With keys to my apartment. She said her son had allowed it. And where is this son? Silent.”
“Keys on the table. Right now. And don’t pretend you’re the mistress of this place while I’m still alive.” Klavdia Ivanovna said it in such a tone that Arina seemed to be standing not in her own apartment, but littering in someone else’s stairwell. “And don’t you pretend that everyone here owes you something,” […]
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