«Where’s the soup I made yesterday?» Sveta asked indignantly.
“Where’s the soup I made yesterday?” Svetlana demanded. “Where’s the soup I made yesterday?” Sveta asked indignantly. “I poured it out,” her mother-in-law replied cheerfully, stirring something in a frying pan. “It was too watery. I made a new one—richer and thicker. A man needs to eat well!” Sveta and Lesha lived in a small […]
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