“I’m no longer your son’s wife, so I’m not obliged to help you,” Lisa said, closing the door right in her mother-in-law’s face.
The gray sky had been pressing down on the city for the third week already. Elizaveta Andreevna stood by the window, watching as ragged clouds clung to the roofs of the high-rises. In the courtyard, among puddles, children were playing, oblivious to the damp chill. Their ringing voices reached the seventh floor in muted echoes. … Read more