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And once Solomonida (as so David lovingly called her) cooked dinner in the kitchen, writing a post for her blog “Everything for the Blondes” and being hung up on a phone call with a friend.

Suddenly, the Ukrainian borsch, which her husband loved so much, began to boil out of the pan directly onto a clean, brand new cooker, washed to a lovely sheen on the eve.

– Shit! – Sonechka cursed out, threw the phone on the open laptop and focused on her borsch.

After the minor kitchen troubles had been eliminated, she returned to the computer and – oh, what the hell! Its screen was black. Deciding that it was hibernating, she rebooted it, but that did not change the situation.