“Are you serious?” Anna looked at Svetlana Gennadyevna questioningly. “My grandmother asked to send me a letter six months after she leaves this world?” “Yes, my dear. Here it is,” Svetlana Gennadyevna handed Anna an envelope. The envelope was sealed, and the “to” line was addressed to Anna. “Thank you, Svetlana Gennadyevna,” Anna smiled. “I … Read more
They say true loneliness is not when there is no one nearby, but when the heart forgets the sound of a beloved voice. Valentina Egorovna knew this truth as well as she knew the multiplication table. Every day of hers began in silence. No “good morning,” no shuffling slippers on the floor, no aroma of … Read more
Igor sat in the armchair, staring out the window. Outside, there was an incomparable landscape of gray clouds and wet asphalt. And right next to him, by the windowsill, his grandfather, Viktor Stepanovich, sat wrapped in an old blanket, holding a book. Bent over, gray-haired, with glasses slipping down the tip of his nose, he … Read more
You’re just a gold digger after my son’s money!” — Viktor Pavlovich’s voice cut sharply through the air, shattering the refined atmosphere of the restaurant. Everyone at our table froze. “Do you think I don’t see how you’re clinging to his inheritance?” he added with contempt, as if challenging me in front of the whole … Read more
Margo didn’t take her eyes off the door. Finally, the day had come when she could take revenge on her husband. Her eyes sparkled with a cold fire. She had waited so long for this moment! Hearing the sound of the door opening, Margo realized her hour had come. She had waited two whole years … Read more
Bright September sunlight poured through the large window of Viktor Sergeyevich’s office, illuminating not only dust particles in the air but also the deep wrinkles on his gaunt face. He tapped his fingers irritably on the desk while reviewing yet another resume. “So, deaf-mute?” he finally looked up at the young woman sitting opposite him. … Read more
When Lena first saw Sergey, he looked older than their professor—tall, with perpetually messy hair and a piercing gaze, he entered the lecture hall as if he were certain the world would one day bend to his will. They were both freshmen in an architecture college—young, ambitious, full of grand plans, and hopelessly broke. It … Read more
Margot did not take her eyes off the door. Finally, the day had come when she would get her revenge on her husband. Her eyes sparkled with a wicked gleam. How long she had waited for this moment! Hearing the sound of the door opening, Margot realized that her time had come. For two whole … Read more
Anton rarely visited his grandmother’s house after her passing. It stood on the outskirts of the village, half-hidden by the thick branches of apple trees that stretched toward the windows, as if trying to peer inside. The air smelled of age—dust, dried mint, and something faintly sorrowful. The belongings remained in place: embroidered napkins on … Read more
Irina nervously ran her fingers through the wooden bead rosary— a gift from her daughter from Bali. Thirty-five years of marriage with Vladimir had turned into a kaleidoscope of memories: here they were young, in a dormitory, making soup from just potatoes; here she sewed at night for orders while he finished his studies at … Read more