Petrovna did not want to give the keys to Lyuda and her daughters. Oh, how she did not want to, sensing it was a bad idea, knowing her sister’s natural arrogance and greediness, but once again, the aging woman gave in and bent: she was afraid of hurting her sister’s feelings.
Vasily, already pressing the gas pedal to the floor, was rushing along the highway to his dacha. He had just turned onto a secondary road, and then onto a country lane. Vasya remembered this road — every pothole, every turn, even that crooked birch tree along the roadside. His father always thought about his own … Read more