Nadezhda sat in an old wicker chair on the veranda, sorting through the raspberries picked that morning.
Nadezhda sat in an old wicker chair on the veranda, sorting through raspberries picked that morning. The June sun played through the leaves of the apple trees, casting whimsical shadows on the wooden floor. From the open window came the ringing laughter of children. Nadezhda’s nephews, Dima and Katya, were running around the yard with […]
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