— You killed my children three times, is that it?” the husband asked his wife and tossed the medical certificates onto the table.
Autumn evening wrapped the apartment in the golden light of table lamps. Taras stood by the window, looking at the city lights, when he heard the rattle of keys in the lock. Polina had returned from yet another corporate party—elegant, impeccable, as always. “Third time, Polina! The third time in two years!” Taras’s voice trembled … Read more