Tamara worked as a cashier in a supermarket. By lunchtime her head started spinning, she felt nauseous. Probably her blood pressure had spiked. “Tom, go home,” said the shift supervisor, Sveta. “Anyone can see you’re not well.” “Thank you,” Tamara nodded gratefully. “I’ll lie down for an hour, it’ll pass.” She got home by two … Read more
I never thought it would come to this. That one day, on an ordinary Tuesday, I’d sit down in business class on a plane to Dubai, heading there to stage a scene I wouldn’t have had the guts to pull off even a year ago. But life is a strange thing. For years it can … Read more
“Lena, you bought some nonsense again!” Maxim shook the grocery store receipt like it was evidence of a crime. “Expensive yogurts, the wrong cheese… We have a savings plan!” “The savings plan is only for me,” Lena said quietly, taking off her jacket. “And yesterday you spent three thousand at the bar with your friends.” … Read more
Tamara Ivanovna was chopping salad for dinner when her husband laid a folder of documents down in front of her. An ordinary Friday evening—cucumbers, tomatoes, sour cream. The potatoes were finishing up on the stove, the open packet of dill scented the air. “Sign here and here,” Vitaly jabbed a finger at several spots. “What … Read more
Alice’s universe split into “before” and “after” three years ago. It didn’t happen gradually, but in a single instant — with a phone call that shattered the darkness of the night. The voice on the line was unfamiliar, official, coming from that other side where her former, calm life still remained. The words were pronounced … Read more
Mom, it’s urgent. I need all the money.” Her son Vadim’s voice was dull, tight. Galina Sergeyevna froze with the dish towel in her hands. She felt trouble at once, but her face stayed calm. Habit. “What happened, Vadik?” He wouldn’t meet her eyes. His fingers were nervously twisting his car key. “It’s Sveta. Surgery.” … Read more
Ahead, in the beam of the headlights, a shape appeared. Small, indistinct. Ignat slowed down. A figure. A woman. A lone figure in the pitch darkness, far from any dwelling, any hint of shelter. “Well, here we go,” an irritated, tired thought flashed through his mind, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “She’s working. … Read more
Sofiya had long since known there was no hope—they would come. They would definitely come. It was inevitable, like the change of seasons, like the first snow. New Year’s holidays for Arkady Stepanovich and Veronika Pavlovna were like a powerful magnet: it pulled them to their son’s city apartment with an irresistible, almost physical force. … Read more
Autumn came into the city soundlessly, on tiptoe, as if afraid to disturb someone’s sleep. It painted the leaves in crimson and gold, but quickly grew tired of its own beauty, washed it away with long, fine rains, and left on the streets only the smell of wet asphalt, rotting foliage, and a damp, penetrating … Read more
Alyona was washing the floor in the hallway, trying not to miss a single gap between the baseboards. The water was warm, smelled of pine, and outside the window evening was slowly settling in. She could hear their daughter, little Veronika, softly snuffling in her sleep behind the wall. In these quiet moments the house … Read more