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Lera sat on the floor in the small room, moving baby clothes from one box to another. The eighth month of pregnancy was making itself known—her back throbbed, her feet were swollen—but she didn’t want to stop once she’d begun. Tiny bunny-print bodysuits, soft swaddles, rattles—everything was scattered around her, waiting for its time. The … Read more

Olga was driving along the usual streets when a message from her mother-in-law popped up: “Olechka, don’t forget to help this month—the utility bills went up.” It didn’t even annoy her anymore. After five years of marriage, those texts had become background noise. She would just send the money and keep living her life. Dmitry, … Read more

“Just look at how she moves—would you? Light as a feather. It’s actually pleasant to watch. And what do we have here? A crash and a bang like a freight train shunting through the kitchen.” Sergey stood at the window, pulling the lace curtain aside and openly admiring the yard next door. On the perfectly … Read more

Ksenia woke to the sound of water running. Outside, it was barely dawn—March pressed its dull gray light through the curtains. The space beside her in bed was empty; Denis was already up. She stretched, yawned, and got up at an unhurried pace. The shower roared in the bathroom—he was clearly getting ready for work. … Read more

“Put the box down. Right now!” Olya’s voice jumped into a shriek—something she didn’t even expect from herself. Her hands trembled, but she locked her grip around the doorframe, blocking the way to the bedroom. Anna Viktorovna—a bulky woman with a tight chemical perm the color of overripe eggplant—froze with a cardboard box in her … Read more

I dropped the last tomato into the bowl and heard Marya Ivanovna start talking again — in that tone people use when they’re explaining something “obvious” to someone they consider slow. “Seryozha, you really should’ve looked for a better wife. You’re my golden boy.” Sergei sat opposite me, buried in his newspaper. He shrugged. Didn’t … Read more

Maxim—our brand-new head of the sales department, barely thirty—spun a pricey smartphone in his hand as if he were bored, not once looking at the projected slides. “Right here, Marina Pavlovna, I’d ask you to stop,” he said. “The charts are nice, the numbers seem to match, but… how do I put it gently… there’s … Read more

“I’m the one who buys the groceries, and this house is mine—so pack up and get out.” I cut my mother-in-law’s little performance short. Darya lived in a house she owned on the edge of the village—neat yard, a cozy heated porch, everything registered in her name long before she ever married. The house stood … Read more

Oksana bought her apartment long before she ever got married—a two-bedroom place on the second floor of a brick building. She took out a mortgage and paid it for six years. By the time she married Maksim, there wasn’t much left—just one more year until it was fully paid off. Maksim moved in with her … Read more

Elena stepped out of the метро and headed toward home. In her hands she carried a cake box from the bakery she passed every day but had never once gone into. Today was a special occasion. An October evening wrapped the city in cool air; wet leaves whispered under her shoes, but Elena barely noticed … Read more