La vida

We live in a small town. Once, we worked hard to earn money for our own two-room apartment.

– I will go to my son soon, – Elizabeth proudly told her friends on the bench, –

It so happened that our mother fell ill. Although my father worked and earned good money, all the money

As long as I can remember, my grandmother always called me a stranger, not her native. Why she decided

Miranda hurried home after work, carrying heavy bags of groceries. Her mind was whirling with thoughts

After my grandmother passed away, she left me her apartment. My parents and I lived in the village, and

The whole family saw her off. And what to hide, they told her directly about how tired of her they were.

He, even in the 40th year of marriage, could not fall in love with his wife. Everyone looked at her with envy.

This story is about my friend Andrew. He was sitting in a seaside café, waiting for Alice. Once upon

My father died when I was still in school. So it was just me, my mother and my older brother.