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Mommy, live to be a hundred!”—that’s what my children were saying at my birthday table, not knowing I had already rewritten my will in favor of my neighbor.

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Mommy, live to be a hundred!” my son Dmitry raised his glass, and the crystal answered with a thin chime. His wife Lilia gazed at him devotedly, silently mouthing the same toast. My daughter Olga, propping her cheek in her fist, gave a lazy smile from the other end of the table. “Yeah, Mom, to … Read more

Mom, why do you keep interfering in my family? You already split up your son and his wife, then my brother, and now it’s my turn?!” the daughter burst out at her mother, jabbing at her phone with trembling fingers.

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Exactly at 11:00 all the relatives were sitting at the table of the already old, hunched, ninety-year-old granny, who really needed someone to look after her, not the other way around. The old woman barely understood what day it was or why she’d been sat at the table and given a shot of wine. She … Read more

Kirill walked into the apartment and immediately heard his six-month-old son Artyom crying. The apartment was dark and quiet; the man had no idea where his wife Alisa was.

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Kirill walked into the apartment and immediately heard his six-month-old son Artem crying. The place was dark and quiet; he had no idea where his wife Alisa was. Quickly shrugging off his coat and shoes, he headed straight to the baby’s room. “Easy, easy, Daddy’s here,” he soothed the little one, picking him up. “Where’s … Read more

Get yourself into that kitchen!” the mother-in-law roared, not expecting that things were about to take an unexpected turn.

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Ira lifted her eyes from the screen—the program code once again stabbed at her with errors. Three days were left until the project deadline, and the client had been calling since morning no less than once every half hour. This contract meant financial stability for them for the next two months. —Ira! — a loud … Read more

“Three thousand,” Pavel suddenly said, still not lifting his eyes. “Got it with a discount, at Sunlight.”

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“Three thousand,” Pavel suddenly said, still not lifting his eyes. “Got it with a discount, at Sunlight.” “Thank you,” she said quietly. “It’s pretty.” Something jabbed in her chest. It wasn’t that she’d been expecting diamonds—what diamonds at their age, really? But this matter-of-fact tone, this accountant’s precision. As if he were reporting on buying … Read more

Wanting to teach the newly minted daughter-in-law from the provinces a lesson, the groom’s mother decided to have a little chat with her simple parents.

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Mom, these trousers are just gorgeous, but… they’re several times more expensive than the ones we saw at the last display!” exclaimed Yevgeny, glancing at the stylish fine-wool trousers that Liliya Dmitrievna was handing him with an elegant smile. “It’s not like I’m going to walk around with the price tag on my back anyway, … Read more

Mom, can Anya stay with you for a week? Tanya and I need to go to her hometown to sort out some paperwork. Maybe we’ll put the apartment up for sale at the same time

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Mom, can Anechka stay with you for a week? Tanya and I need to go to her city to sort out some paperwork. Maybe we’ll put the apartment up for sale at the same time.” Nadezhda Ivanovna tore herself away from her mug of tea and looked sternly at her son. “Why aren’t you taking … Read more

An orphanage girl had to become the wife of an old geezer so as not to end up in prison. The first wedding night made her shake.

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A day blazing like the sun at its zenith had dawned for Mitrofan Petrovich—a day of his triumph, the day when he, powerful, rich, a man of status and influence, was becoming a husband once again. But not just a husband—he was becoming the master of the fate of a young, fragile, yet stunningly beautiful … Read more

This is our house, what rights do you have here?” my mother-in-law jumped up when the notary refused to process the paperwork.

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Nadezhda, dear, I asked you not to touch those documents!” my mother-in-law’s voice sounded unexpectedly sharp when I picked up the folder from the table. Svetlana Ivanovna was standing in the doorway of the study, and her usually friendly face twisted in an irritated grimace. She quickly walked over and literally snatched the folder out … Read more