“How dare you sell the plot without my permission?” — I inherited a dacha. But my mother-in-law decided it belonged to her.
Lilya, what are you doing to those curtains?” her mother-in-law’s voice sliced through the living room’s silence. “How can you hang them like that? The pleats are coming out uneven.” Lilia froze on the stepladder, holding the heavy drape. Valentina Petrovna circled below, critically evaluating her daughter-in-law’s every move. “It’s easier for me this way,”…