The husband said, “You’re nobody to me!” — at the notary, the wife showed who was really in charge
Irina nervously ran her fingers through the wooden bead rosary— a gift from her daughter from Bali. Thirty-five years of marriage with Vladimir had turned into a kaleidoscope of memories: here they were young, in a dormitory, making soup from just potatoes; here she sewed at night for orders while he finished his studies at … Read more