Daughter, please give me at least one bun,” her voice sounded quietly, almost pleadingly. “I haven’t eaten for two days.”
The frosty morning was particularly chilly. The street, shrouded in gray clouds, was permeated with a cold that made it seem like even the buildings were shivering. Marina Alekseyevna hurriedly wrapped herself in her old wool scarf, which had long since lost its original color. She appeared to be about seventy, but life’s hardships and … Read more