sweet-covered

Updated: April 30, 2025

Wet flakes of snow fluttered through the dense, moist darkness. "And do you remember Prozorov, the storekeeper?" asked Yegor. "He used to sit with his feet sprawling, and blow noisily into his glass of tea. He had a red, satisfied, sweet-covered face." "I remember, I remember," said the mother, coming back to the table.

Maksim Gorky - Mother