One afternoon, six weeks later, Halyna was struggling with a stubborn jar of pickled tomatoes. Without thinking, Leonid reached over, his right hand steady as a rock, and twisted the lid off.
Halyna stared. Leonid stared at his own hand. neuromed невропатолог винница
"It’s just old age," Leonid grumbled, avoiding her gaze. One afternoon, six weeks later, Halyna was struggling