«Why pay for your own if you can use yours!» — the cunning groom hurried and miscalculated.
A small town in the Urals. Narrow streets, old houses with peeling paint, gray five-story buildings along the only wide road. In the center of this modest landscape stood Lena’s house—a wooden two-story with a leaning fence. The house had been inherited from her grandmother, and although it was in poor condition, for Lena, it […]
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