- Do you want some tea?

I tried to smile, but the smile didn't work. It is strange to smile in a house where tomorrow they are going to bury a child.

- Coffee, if possible.

“We don't drink coffee, Mrs. Loginov, only tea.

– Miss... Miss Loginov. Then tea. Strong. Sugarless.

Eliza went into the kitchen, and I looked around again. Quite modestly, however, my mother and I lived much more modestly, if not worse, it is clear that every penny is counted here. The realities of life of immigrants who never found themselves abroad. When a professor or an academician could work as a watchman in a warehouse,...