“Son, tell your wife to moan a little less at night! I didn’t move in with you to listen to that kind of indecency! I have a bad heart—I need peace and quiet!”
“Son, I moved in with you to rest, not to listen to your wife moaning at night! Have some pity on my heart!” “Mom, what’s gotten into you?” Nikita entered the kitchen, drawn by a sharp medicinal smell that overpowered even the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Marina Gennadyevna was sitting at the table, … Read more