Stop grumbling, old woman. That girl will be my wife—and today. My little Lyonka needs a mother.
Denis, so she’s still a tomboy. And where did you find this little pauper?” Tatyana Viktorovna looked at her son in alarm. “After work I stopped by the church to light a candle for the late Olenka, for the repose of her soul. When I came out, the beggars had gathered again, and this big-eyed … Read more