The pauper in the hotel was selling a painting to scrape together a living with her sick mother, but she was thrown out onto the street.
My dear mother, my darling… What can I do, how can I help you?» Alla cried. She leaned over the woman lying on the dirty couch. «Daughter, thank you for everything,» Maria Dmitrievna answered softly, «But you have already done more for me than you could. See how I have repaid you? Now we live […]
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