“I don’t need a son-in-law like that,” the father snapped and threw the young man out of the house. His daughter left with him.
Ivan Stepanovich was a man of iron. The kind of man people say has a character like a cast-iron crowbar—you can’t bend it, only break it. He had spent his entire life in a remote village in the north of the republic, working first at a lumber mill, then at a sawmill, and later as […]
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