In 1980, A Blind Child Was Thrown Into My Life; I Raised Him As My Own, But I Never Expected What Would Happen To Him.
— Who’s crying out there? Stepan, can you hear? In such dismal weather, someone is crying! — Probably it’s just the wind howling, Katyusha. What tears could there be on a night like this… I ran out onto the porch without even grabbing my scarf. The autumn rain whipped against my cheeks, yet I kept […]
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