Chapter 5 · The keys to the flat
The keys to the flat
We had stood in the queue for a flat for a long time, and when they finally gave us the keys, I could not believe it was ours. The door was freshly painted, and the first thing I remember is the smell of oil paint and Ivan's voice on the stairs:
«Ганю, заходь, це вже наше». (Hanya, come in, it is ours now.)
In the web book, a button with her voice goes here · 0:06
Ivan carried the wardrobe up to the fifth floor himself, stopping at every landing. In the evening we sat on the floor by the window, and the city glittered below like the palm of a hand.
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