She was eighty-two; the days had long passed. She didn’t live for herself, count…
She was eighty-two; the days had long passed. She didn’t live for herself, counting every ruble. Her life revolved around her grandson and children, and she spent her time crocheting socks. But often, she couldn’t sleep at night, tossing and sighing. It was a painful reality, infinitely sad. To her children, she seemed like a […]








