“What treatment at a sanatorium are you talking about? You can do without it—I don’t even have wallpaper in my kitchen!” my mother-in-law barged in, thinking I would return the 90,000-ruble voucher.
“What do you mean, treatment at a sanatorium? You’ll survive without it. I don’t even have wallpaper in my kitchen!” Inessa Pavlovna snapped. Polina barely had time to react before her mother-in-law grabbed the printed voucher from the table. Inessa Pavlovna had arrived without warning, carrying two large rolls of wallpaper and a bag of … Read more