Aleksey was looking at his phone to see where so much money had gone on the credit card while Marina washed the dishes after dinner. His mother’s call caught him off guard—she usually phoned on Sundays, and today was Wednesday. “Alyosha,” Valentina Petrovna’s voice sounded especially sweet, which always made him wary, “I’ve been thinking … Read more
— What was that? — I stopped midway to the station and held my breath. A thin, persistent sob drifted from the left. February wind licked at my neck and worried the hem of my coat. I turned toward the tracks, where a dark, abandoned switchman’s hut cut against the white of the snow. Right … Read more
An elderly man shuffled toward the grand entrance of a fashionable restaurant, pausing beneath the glittering canopy. His suit, carefully pressed yet undeniably dated, carried the weary sheen of something pulled from a closet after years of neglect. Wisps of gray hair strayed across his scalp, uncertain of their place, as if memory itself had … Read more
Her ex-husband called her “a nobody” at the class reunion. But then a famous performer stepped onto the stage and did the unexpected. She stood before the heavy auditorium doors, upholstered in burgundy faux leather, and felt her palms grow slick with sweat. The hum of dozens of voices, laughter, and scraps of music seeped … Read more
Mother-in-law was sure that after the divorce I’d keep supporting her out of fear, but she had no idea about my plans. Anna stared at the elderly woman with a suitcase standing at her door and couldn’t believe her eyes. Galina Sergeevna, her former mother-in-law, looked as if she’d just dropped by for tea with … Read more
Anna Petrovna started sorting the buckwheat again, diligently picking out the black grains as if her whole life depended on the perfect purity of those groats. I knew this ritual by heart—this was how my mother-in-law calmed her nerves before another “educational” talk with me. “Lena, it’s been five years,” she began without lifting her … Read more
Anna Viktorovna’s life—whom the whole village of Dubrovki knew as Granny Anya—didn’t stop when she retired; it merely changed tempo, turning from a brisk march into a measured but unceasing movement. Her day began with the first rays of sun that gilded the frosty panes of her small but cozy house on the outskirts. That … Read more
Marina heard familiar voices already on the stairs—the sisters-in-law were coming up, loudly discussing something. She flung the door open with her brightest smile. “Ladies, I’m so glad you’re here! Come in, quickly!” She practically dragged the stunned “girls” into the hallway. “Marinochka, why are you so… cheerful?” Anna Anatolyevna asked warily. “I’ve got a … Read more
— Which mom? Your mom? — she whispered. — Yes. She urgently needed surgery. A paid one they don’t do under the quota, and we couldn’t wait. She begged me not to tell anyone because she didn’t want to burden or worry you. She said you already take on too much, and your mother… — … Read more
Rodion stood by the window of the cardiology ward, watching the nurses hurry down the corridor. His wife, Zlata, lay in the room—third day after heart surgery. The doctors said everything had gone well, but recovery would take at least a month. “Rodya, are you listening to me?”—his mother-in-law, Evelina Markovna, tugged at his sleeve. … Read more