They called him a fool and a cripple. “I want to give my mom a bare little Christmas tree for New Year’s. She’ll be so happy.” But what happened next…
Hey, you cripple! Cripple!” Sasha doesn’t turn around; he knows it’s Volodya from the fifth floor. Better not to answer. Maybe he’ll leave him alone. “Aleksandr!” Volodya persists. “Look at this hard worker. It’s New Year’s Eve, and he’s out here working. Good on him! Work loves fools.” “Leave Sashenka alone! Why are you picking […]
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