La vida

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.

I inherited a small two-room apartment from my parents. At that time, I already had a wife and a child

We were married for 12 years. We lived together in my apartment. I thought we both could do everything