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You won’t make any money off that,” my relatives laughed, not knowing that I’d bought myself a new apartment with the proceeds.

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Marina was carefully watering the violets on the windowsill when a crash and her husband’s irritated grumbling rang out. “Damn it! That palm again!” Andrey was rubbing his bruised knee and glaring at the culprit. “Marina, when are you going to move that green monstrosity? I trip over it every single day!” “Andryusha, where am … Read more

She took her time getting ready for the reunion. Eleonora stood before the mirror in her quiet apartment, and the reflection answered her with an unfamiliar, tired gaze.

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Eleonora stood before the mirror in her quiet apartment, and the reflection answered her with an unfamiliar, tired look. Tonight was the class reunion. Not just any reunion, but a milestone—forty years. An entire lifetime separating her, a fifty-seven-year-old woman with gray threading what had once been inky-black hair, from that girl she used to … Read more

The Unattractive Wife He stood by the mound of his mother’s grave, making no attempt to hide his tears; they ran of their own accord down his unshaven cheeks.

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The autumn wind, cold and merciless, whistled among the marble angels and the plain wooden crosses, tearing the last withered leaves from the lone maple by the cemetery fence. It tossed Lev’s hair as he seemed to have grown into the wet earth beside the fresh mound. His shoulders, usually so straight and broad, were … Read more

In the fall, a new hire showed up at the office—pretty and rather quick on her feet. She fit in fast: sociable and curious, she noticed everything and tucked it away for later.

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The autumn air—clear and cold—seemed to pour new life into an office bleached by air conditioners. And with a gust of wind that sent the first golden leaves spinning, she walked through the door. The new girl. Her name was Alisa. And with her arrival, something trembled in Maxim’s measured, predictable world. Alisa wasn’t just … Read more

She came home from work around midnight, dead on her feet, hungry and angry. How many times had she sworn to quit that cursed store.

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Midnight had finished its dark ball outside the Khrushchevka when Veronika, literally dragging her feet, slid the key into the lock. Even the metal seemed to resist, unwilling to let this exhausted shadow of a woman back in. Not just “dead on her feet”—that would be too mild. She felt like a broken mechanism with … Read more

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” — A woman found strangers in her home, and they didn’t want to let her into her own apartment.

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Valentina Petrovna was folding the last blouse into her suitcase when the phone rang. Her sister’s voice sounded both excited and breathless. “Valya, can you imagine—Oleg and Katya are coming! For a whole week! We’ve planned so much—plays, restaurants, museums. They really want to spoil me…” Valentina Petrovna smiled, picturing her sister flushing with maternal … Read more

My mother-in-law kicked my parents out of my apartment while I wasn’t home—but in the end, she only made things worse for herself.

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Seven years. For seven years I’ve lived in this apartment, for seven years I’ve woken up next to Anton, for seven years I’ve put up with his mother’s barbs. For seven years I’ve heard the same thing: “You came from your backwater and settled yourself right into a ready-made little nest.” Valentina Petrovna never misses … Read more

Class Reunion. He was terrified he wouldn’t recognize her. Fifteen years is no joke.

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He was terrified he wouldn’t recognize her. Fifteen years is no joke. It’s a whole life squeezed into the gap between yesterday and today. The last time Artyom had seen Lika they were both fifteen—two angular, half-childish creatures trembling with unspoken feelings and hormones. Now they were thirty. He was a successful co-owner of a … Read more

He walked out of the operating room, swaying like a drunk. His legs trembled from the strain. He was so exhausted that he hardly felt any joy from having pulled a young man back from the other side—twice his heart had stopped. He wanted to lie down right there, in the corridor, on the worn linoleum.

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The doors of the operating room swung open with a soft, damp sigh, releasing him into the sterile cool of the corridor. Lev Vyshinsky staggered out, swaying like the last drunk at the edge of town. He leaned against the cold, rough wall, feeling his hands—bandaged in exhaustion—betray him with a tremble, and his legs … Read more