We came for the inheritance.” “But why weren’t you at the funeral? You are the children, right?” “What difference does it make. The house is ours. The inheritance.”
Pasha, Pasha, where are you?” Vasiliyna called her husband. It was already 6 AM. They had argued yesterday, and her husband had spent the night on the porch. There, in the summer kitchen, was a topchan—an old sofa converted for use. Usually, by this time, he would already be in the yard, feeding the chickens, … Read more