“Tomorrow we’re all going to our dacha with the whole family. Buy some meat for shashlik!” her husband announced from the doorway, unaware that the dacha had already been sold.
“That’s it, we’re going tomorrow!” Kirill entered the apartment looking as if he had just won a tender to build a bridge. “Mom called. She says we haven’t all gathered together in ages. Aunt Vera and Uncle Vasya are coming too. Lida, buy some meat for shashlik, about three kilos, no less. Pork neck. You […]
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