The old woman from apartment twenty-three was hated by the entire building. Nobody knew her first name or patronymic, and frankly, no one cared.
The old woman from apartment 23 had long become a legend throughout the entire building. Not in a good way, of course — rather, she belonged to those dreadful everyday nightmares whispered about on the stair landings, sighed over near the mailboxes, and grumbled about while drinking tea with neighbors. Most people didn’t even know […]
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