When Kristina Arrived at the Dacha with Her Son, She Froze at the Gate — There Were About Twenty People in the Yard
“Denis, who are these people? Where did all these people come from?” Kristina’s voice trembled, and she gripped her son’s elbow tighter. A thought flashed through her mind: He sold it. He sold the dacha without asking me, and now the new owners have come to take over. Her mouth went dry at the thought. … Read more