“Mila is pregnant,” Zhenya forced out, looking not into Ksyusha’s eyes but at the middle of her forehead, as though that was where the eye capable of understanding and forgiving him was located.
“Mila is pregnant,” Zhenya forced out, looking not into Ksyusha’s eyes but at the middle of her forehead, as though there were some special eye there that could understand him and forgive him. He had told her about his affair with their neighbor a month earlier, in this very kitchen, while potatoes were sizzling on … Read more