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— Are you kidding me?! I work two jobs, and I’m the one who has to pay for your freeloaders! — I shouted.

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Olga sank onto the sofa, massaging her temples after a long workday. First eight hours at the office, then another four—moonlighting as an accountant for an acquaintance’s small business. It had been like this for three years straight. The apartment was quiet; only the refrigerator hummed monotonously in the kitchen. The front door slammed—Sergey was … Read more

Marina was quite content with her relationship. She and Andrey had been married for 16 years; they had a wonderful son, Kirill. And everything would have been wonderful… if not for one incident.

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Marina was quite content with her relationship. She and Andrey had been married for sixteen years; they had a wonderful son, Kirill. And everything would have been wonderful… if not for one incident. One day at lunch with his wife and son, Andrey called his wife “Lena.” “Len, pass the salt, please!” he blurted without … Read more

They said no maid lasted a single day with the billionaire’s triplets—ever. Ethan Carter’s mansion—oil money, Lagos skyline, marble glowing like ice—looked like a palace.

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They said no nanny lasted a full day with the billionaire’s triplets—not one. Ethan Carter’s mansion in Lagos glittered like a palace: marble that shone like still water, chandeliers that threw stars onto the floors, a garden trimmed with the precision of a military parade. But behind those gates lived three small tempests—Daniel, David, and … Read more

Sofia, nursing a grievance, had hidden from her daughter Viktoria for twenty years that her father, Alexander, lived in Siberia—but then the girl accidentally found his old letters and photos in the attic.

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Sofiya stood for a long time at the old window, its glass lightly veiled with frosty patterns, following with her eyes the receding figure of her daughter. Wrapped in a bright down scarf, the girl waved to her from the bus window, and Sofiya’s heart clenched with the familiar—yet no less sharp—anxiety. Viktoriya was going … Read more

The ex-husband, who came to gloat over his ex-wife and daughter he had thrown out of the house three years earlier, got a harsh dressing-down.

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The quiet of our cozy Saturday morning was shattered by a sharp, insistent knock at the door. Sunbeams danced across the floor of our modest but beloved living room; the air smelled of freshly brewed coffee and vanilla croissants. My daughter, gentle and radiant Alisa, was happily building the castle of her dreams from colorful … Read more

— And what did you think—that he married you for nothing?” the mother-in-law smirked, demanding they sell the apartment for the sake of their family business.

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Anna was flipping the fried eggs in the pan when Dmitry’s sharp voice sounded behind her. “More extensions? What do you mean, more extensions?” Her husband pressed the phone to his ear, pacing nervously around the kitchen. “I told you—by the end of the month… No, it won’t work any earlier!” Anna froze with the … Read more

“What do you mean ‘separate property’? The house will be joint!” my mother-in-law screeched while I was signing the papers at the notary’s.

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Raisa sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the suitcase. Two years ago, Arkady had assured her it was temporary. Just a couple of months, until his mother recovered from knee surgery. “Raya, please,” Arkady had taken her hands then and looked into her eyes. “Mom is lonely. And she’s afraid to … Read more

The Age of Unlimited Possibilities My grandmother became a grandmother at forty-four. And in that very moment she started living up to the status.

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My grandmother became a grandmother at forty-four—and in that very moment she began to live exactly as the title suggested. No, of course she didn’t wear a floral kerchief or hobble with a cane, and even in very old age she looked neat and dignified. But I remember once we sewed a bright red dress … Read more

Take your brat and get out. Spend the winter in a communal flat,” the husband barked, shoving his wife and child into the snowstorm.

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Snowflakes slowly swirled in the light of the streetlamps, like ballerinas dancing in white dresses. Maria Andreevna, standing at the window of her fourth–floor apartment, was lost in the February darkness. Each time the headlights of passing cars lit up the courtyard, her heart began to beat faster. She knew that soon Andrei would return … Read more

I warmed an old woman in a bitter freeze. In the morning she was gone, but a brand-new foreign car was standing in the yard.

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Frost clenched our old wooden house like an icy fist, making the beams creak and forcing us to curl up under a thin blanket. Outside, in the pitch-black village night, the thermometer stood mercilessly at minus thirty. Inside it wasn’t much warmer—there was barely any firewood left, and I was saving the last logs for … Read more