“I come to the dacha unannounced, and they’re having lunch: pies and grapes for the twins, and for my Alisa — oatmeal cooked in water, separately, on a stool.
I walked into the dacha without warning, and there they were having lunch: the twins had pies and grapes, while my Alisa had oatmeal cooked in water, separately, on a little stool. “Why don’t you pour it into a separate bowl for her too, Tamara Petrovna? Or better yet, hang a sign on her: ‘Not … Read more