“You’ve completely lost your mind, Artem!” Olga shouted, shooting up from her chair. “We’re family!” “What family, Olya?” He stormed into the kitchen, barely holding his temper. “I come home and the place looks like a dump—like the trash area behind a mall. The dishes haven’t been washed for weeks, plates are rotting on the … Read more
“So you’re refusing?” Dmitry’s voice wavered, but his eyes were ice. He stood across from her with his arms folded, as if he were waiting for her to give in. “I am,” Marina answered firmly, holding his gaze. The silence between them rang—so loud she could hear the hallway clock ticking off each second. For … Read more
The text message came through at 10:30 a.m., just as I stood at the stove stirring béchamel for lasagna. December 30th—my last workday was finally behind me, and ten whole days off were ahead. I’d imagined spending them in a robe with books and old movies. Maybe Dima and I would go ice skating. Maybe … Read more
“What’s happened to your face?” Ilya froze in the doorway, staring at his sister-in-law. A dark violet bruise was blooming under Dina’s left eye, and her lip was swollen. “I fell,” she said, turning away as she smoothed her hair. “Come in. Valera’s in the kitchen.” Ilya stepped inside. He hadn’t seen his brother in … Read more
Marina woke to Varya’s crying at six in the morning. A dim January light leaked through a crack in the curtains, and for a heartbeat she let herself lie there, staring at the ceiling. Beside her, Kostya was breathing evenly, turned toward the wall, not reacting to the baby’s wail at all. Marina gave a … Read more
I was sitting in front of my computer, scrolling through photos of shower cabins for what had to be the tenth time—glass panels, chrome faucets, water streams falling in a perfect cascade. My dream was so close I could almost smell fresh silicone and hear the soft hiss of a modern drain system. “Len, are … Read more
When I married Dima, I honestly thought the hardest part was already behind us. We met at university, fell in love almost instantly, and for a while it felt like the world existed for just the two of us. Dima was attentive, kind, patient. He backed me up in everything, and I was certain we’d … Read more
Irina sat in the kitchen, watching the evening light slide across the old wooden table—the same one they’d once brought from her parents’ apartment after her mother died. Her father had passed earlier, five years ago, the first blow. Her mother’s death two years later felt like the last pillar giving way. All that remained … Read more
Lera sat on the floor of her tiny one-room apartment, surrounded by boxes stuffed with string lights, pom-poms, and cardboard unicorn cutouts. Her phone wouldn’t stop ringing—another mother wanted to talk through her daughter’s birthday: Frozen theme, a mid-level budget, but with ambitions of something grand. Lera smiled as she opened her notebook. Six months … Read more
December 23 began at six in the morning with Marina burning her finger on a baking tray. She yanked her hand back, muttered a curse under her breath, and held her index finger under cold water. Inside the oven, the final—third—batch of cookies for the school fair was finishing. The night before, her youngest, Mishka, … Read more