“Our inheritance is not for your debts,” Victoria said sharply, interrupting her husband’s brother’s pleas.
When Uncle Kolya died, no one cried. Well, maybe only Lidiya Arkadyevna, the neighbor from the landing, who for some reason had been holding his arm during his last months and sometimes brought him fish cutlets. The other relatives mourned in their own way: — Eh, he didn’t live long enough… — Yeah, pity… But […]
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