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Where is my mother?” The question dropped into the room like a stone into still water. Larisa didn’t take off her coat, didn’t even pull the front door closed behind her. She stood on the threshold, and the cold air from the stairwell mingled with the stale warmth of the apartment. Her bag hung limply … Read more

Irina changed her ticket for the return flight at the last moment. She wanted to go home, back to her usual routine, to her husband. Five days at the sea had been refreshing, but now she longed for her own walls. She decided to make it a surprise—come back a day early without telling anyone. … Read more

The red stripe on the envelope, almost screaming, was the first thing that caught the eye. “FINAL NOTICE.” Margarita held the letter in a hand that did not tremble at all. At forty-seven, she had long since forgotten how to tremble. She, the financial director of a large holding company, was used to the idea … Read more

I always believed that love is trust. That if two people decide to tie their lives together, then what awaits them is not only passion and tenderness, but also honesty. Especially when it comes to marriage. But it turned out that my trust was just a convenient bridge for someone to reach my money. His … Read more

“Mom, what are you saying?” Olga froze with the phone in her hand, feeling a chill run down her spine. Her mother-in-law’s voice, always so confident and commanding, now rang with barely restrained anger, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment. She was standing on the veranda of her dacha, where the … Read more

— “Katenka, why were you so stingy with the dessert? One little cake for this whole crowd!” Zinaida Semyonovna’s voice—shrill and acidic, like cheap perfume—cut through the hum of conversation. The guests gathered in the spacious living room of Katya’s three-bedroom apartment fell awkwardly silent. Vitya, Katya’s husband, immediately jabbed her in the side with … Read more

— “Sveta, do you have your own apartment?” I was holding my glass and looking at Sergey. We’d met a week ago at dance night in the Rhythm club on Presnya. He’d walked me to the metro, paid me compliments, remembered that I like semi-sweet white wine. And now he was asking about an apartment. … Read more

Do you think happiness is going to knock on the door by itself?” Nastya stood in the middle of the kitchen with a rag in her hand, looking at her husband as if he were a stranger. “Or are you still waiting for someone to decide for us when it’s time to get out of … Read more

My husband was standing in the entryway. His tie was loosened. His face was red from the cold. Or from that talk with his boss. I don’t know. “I got promoted!” I turned from the stove. The pasta was boiling. Foam crept up the edge of the pot. I should’ve turned it off. But I … Read more

— He’s such a withered old runt! A useless old wreck—just unbearable! Since when have elderly people been of any use?” Nika said with a sneer. “— And that old man in particular disgusts me! When I walk Dior, he’s always standing at the window, staring at me. A pipe in his mouth, a newspaper … Read more