— “How can you sink so low? Aren’t you ashamed, dear? Your arms and legs work—why don’t you get a job?” people would say to the beggar woman with a child.
Tamara Ivanovna walked slowly along the aisles of the huge supermarket, studying shelves lined with colorful packages. She came here every day, as if to work. She didn’t need many groceries—she didn’t have a big family to feed. So every evening the elderly woman fled her loneliness into the brightly lit trading hall. In the … Read more