On December 30, half an hour before ten thirty, there was a knock on the door. Oksana wiped her hands on her apron and went to open the door, already feeling who she would see on the threshold. Her intuition was right.
“Good morning, Oksana. Is Kostyik home?”
Galina Ivanovna stood in the doorway in her usual mink-collared coat, in full regalia: her gray eyes drawn out, her lips painted, her graying curls neatly arranged. On her right hand glittered an old ring set with a dull amethyst.
“He’s on a business trip,” Oksana replied. “Didn’t you know?”
“On a business trip?” Galina Ivanovna frowned. “He didn’t say anything. I thought I’d drop by sometime to see the grandchildren before the New Year.”
Polinka ran out of the room – with light braids, brown eyes, and a strange gap between her teeth.
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