My husband left for the neighbor, and seven months later she showed up and demanded that our apartment be given away.
I sat in the kitchen, mechanically stirring tea that had long since cooled. The old clock on the wall ticked away, its steady sound a monotonous reminder—it’s been a month since I’ve been alone. A month since Viktor packed his things and left. Left her. Left Larisa from the third floor. —Galya, understand, it’s better … Read more
 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						 
						