I was kicked out of the house at fifteen. Not with a suitcase and shouting, like in the movies.
I was kicked out of the house at fifteen. Not with a suitcase and shouting like in the movies. Just one day my mother looked at me as if I were a stranger and said, “Ilyusha, it’s better this way. You don’t belong here.” I stood in our cramped kitchen, which smelled of borscht, her … Read more