Tomorrow you’re going back home. Enough bossing people around in someone else’s house, Alexey said to his mother
— Marinochka, dear, what on earth is that on your stove? an indignant voice echoed from the kitchen. — Borscht is simmering, Marina answered without looking up from her paperwork. — Borscht? That’s not borscht. That’s dishwater! Lyudmila Georgievna stormed out of the kitchen with a pot in her hands. Marina raised her eyes and … Read more