“Eat in the kitchen. I won’t let you sit at the table in front of the guests!” her mother-in-law declared. Three days later, she was the one begging her daughter-in-law to open the door.
“Wasn’t there any cheaper pink salmon at Magnit, Nadya?” Tamara Vitalyevna lifted the chilled fish by the tail with disgust—the fish I had paid fifteen hundred rubles for at the supermarket half an hour earlier. It was excellent: firm, with a pink side. “It isn’t pink salmon, it’s salmon,” I said, unloading three heavy bags […]
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