“One hundred guests!” my mother-in-law insisted on a grand birthday celebration. I arranged it in a cafeteria with cheap pollock — and my husband was never the same afterward
“Alina, do you even hear yourself? It’s a юбилей — Mom’s sixtieth! What do you mean, ‘we’ll just do something small’?” Vadim flung the kitchen towel onto the table and stared at me as if I had suggested dropping his beloved mother off at a nursing home. “At least a hundred people. Relatives from Saratov, … Read more