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The rain was pouring down that Tuesday afternoon when Roman stopped his black Mercedes in front of the cemetery gates....

Anna Petrovna Kravchenko was standing at the stove, stirring borscht, when the lock clicked in the hallway. It was ten...

The damp December air seeped under her old coat, and Shura tried to wrap herself even tighter in her grandmother’s...

My husband brought his mother, who had stage four cancer, left her with me, and went on a business trip...

The door to the room opened. Not with a jerk or a knock, but slowly, as if in hesitation, with...