What are you doing?!» the husband froze. «I’m leaving, Sergey,» the wife replied tonelessly. «Nina Ivanovna won’t let us live. I can’t take it anymore.» «This is just garbage!» Nina Ivanovna threw her spoon on the table.
— «This is just some slop!» Nina Ivanovna slammed her spoon down on the table. Her daughter-in-law, Nastya, blushed and ran out from the table. — «And under which fence did you find this ugly duck?!» Nina Ivanovna looked at her son, Sergey. — «She’s not an ugly duck, she’s my wife,» Sergey calmly replied. […]
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