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“What do you mean, we’re getting divorced?” the husband asked his wife in surprise. “Because I gave money to my mother?”

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Three hundred and eighty thousand!” Inessa slammed the bank statement onto the table, watching the white sheets scatter across the surface. “Rodion, where’s the money?!” Her husband didn’t even bother to tear his eyes away from the TV screen, continuing to flip through channels. “What money?” he muttered indifferently. “The very money we’ve been saving … Read more

— “I sold EVERYTHING I had and bought an APARTMENT — what did YOU BUY?” Galina asked her bewildered husband, her voice sharp. “So this apartment is MINE!”

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— Galka, are you out of your mind? We’ve been married eight years! — Yura looked at his wife in bewilderment as she methodically packed his things into a duffel bag. — Exactly! Eight years I’ve put up with your rudeness and your buddies! And now — ENOUGH! — What rudeness? What are you even … Read more

Your husband can celebrate his birthday without you; you go and meet my daughter,” the mother-in-law brazenly declared.

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— “Your husband can have his birthday without you. You go meet my daughter,” the mother-in-law said brazenly. Victoria slowly lifted her eyes from the colorful gift boxes she was neatly arranging on the table. In the doorway stood Evelina Markovna—her mother-in-law—draped in an expensive dress the color of burgundy wine. “Excuse me, WHAT?” Victoria … Read more

— “And why are you coming to me, not to your daughter — the one you registered the apartment for?!” I said, looking at my parents.

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Irina grew up a quiet child. She did well in school, but her parents rarely came to meetings. Yet at her younger sister Olga’s performances, they were always in the front row, filming and applauding louder than anyone. “Olga is our talented one,” their mother would say whenever Irina brought home another top grade. “And … Read more

Yes, the house is mine now, but I’m not going to sell it,” I told my mother-in-law when she once again tried to interfere in the discussion of my inheritance.

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— No one’s asking you, Zhenya, — said Irina Alekseevna, sitting at the kitchen table in the city apartment. — It isn’t reasonable to cling to that kind of property. A hundred kilometers from the city! Think about it yourself—what’s the point? Evgeniya set the plate on the table with a bit more force than … Read more

We’re not getting divorced. I’ll just move my new girlfriend and her child in here. There’s enough room in our house for everyone,” her husband said firmly.

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Their home was like a large, quiet, well-oiled machine. Twenty years of marriage. The children had grown up and moved out. At forty-five, Irina finally felt she could exhale. She worked as an art historian and had her own small gallery. Her husband, Oleg, was a successful business consultant. Their huge country house, which they … Read more

I was fired from my job because I gave first aid to a homeless, dirty man, but a few days later I learned something unexpected

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I was fired from my job for giving first aid to a homeless and filthy man, but a few days later I learned something unexpected. I had worked as a nurse at the city hospital for many years. Every day—dozens of patients, protocols, instructions, strict rules. It seemed I knew everything and always kept my … Read more

“For ten years I raised my son without a father—the whole town laughed at me, until one day luxury cars stopped in front of our house, and the boy’s real father moved everyone to tears.”

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It was a hot day in the village. I—Han—was squatting, gathering dry twigs to start a fire. My ten-year-old son stood on the threshold, looking at me with innocent eyes. “Mom, why don’t I have a dad like the others?” I couldn’t answer. Ten years had passed, and I still hadn’t found the words for … Read more

— “How can you sink so low? Aren’t you ashamed, dear? Your arms and legs work—why don’t you get a job?” people would say to the beggar woman with a child.

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Tamara Ivanovna walked slowly along the aisles of the huge supermarket, studying shelves lined with colorful packages. She came here every day, as if to work. She didn’t need many groceries—she didn’t have a big family to feed. So every evening the elderly woman fled her loneliness into the brightly lit trading hall. In the … Read more