“I told you once that I’m not going to your parents’ house anymore, Misha, and that means I’m not going! Stop trying to persuade me!”
“Dasha, are you coming or not? Mom baked pies. She’ll be upset.” Misha was already standing in the hallway, fully dressed. He was wearing the same blue jacket Dasha had given him for his last birthday. He shifted impatiently from one foot to the other, glancing at her as she sat deep in the armchair … Read more