When Senya packed his suitcase, everything fell apart
Senya was not a quiet man by nature, but that evening, as he threw shirts, books, and shoes into his suitcase like a man possessed, his fury became almost orchestral. Drawers slammed. Coat hangers clanged like cymbals. Even the kettle, half-filled and forgotten on the stove, hissed like it disapproved. Behind the wall, Mrs. Leontieva … Read more