Seagulls by Dmitry Kostyukevich
by Dmitry Kostyukevich “Ruslan! Stop feeding them!” Aunt Masha grabbed Ruslan’s thin wrist, and the boy nearly dropped the cookie. He pursed his mouth and looked plaintively at me. I stroked my son’s…
by Dmitry Kostyukevich “Ruslan! Stop feeding them!” Aunt Masha grabbed Ruslan’s thin wrist, and the boy nearly dropped the cookie. He pursed his mouth and looked plaintively at me. I stroked my son’s…
