«What do you think you’re doing?!» Mom shouted so loudly that Tetyana had to pull the phone away from her ear.
The doorbell rang at six o’clock. Two hours earlier than expected. Tetiana had just finished cutting up the herring for her ‘shuba’ salad when she thought that Maksym just couldn’t wait again. That was just like him: he’d say, «I’ll be there at eight,» and then show up outside her building with bags in hand, […]
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