“Women like you? My son could find a dozen of them!” the mother-in-law sneered, not realizing that her son had already been standing outside his fiancée’s door for an hour, with a ring in his pocket.
“Someone like you? My son could find a dozen women like you. Don’t doubt it.” Valentina Petrovna said it calmly, almost without malice — the way people state something obvious, something that requires no proof. As if she were announcing the price of a kilogram of tomatoes at the market. And it was precisely that […]
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