Marina stopped the car by an acquaintance’s little gate and sat for several seconds, gazing at her well-tended garden.
Marina stopped her car by an acquaintance’s gate and sat for several seconds, examining her well-tended garden. The June sun generously flooded the plot, its rays playing across the veranda’s windows. She adored that summer house with all her heart – every lilac bush had been planted by her own hands, every flowerbed crafted with … Read more