Olya finally sent her whole family off skiing and returned to the kitchen. So… what did she want to do? Wash the dishes, start the laundry, prepare lunch, and begin cleaning her son’s room… what else? At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and Olya hurried to it — maybe they forgot … Read more
“Listen, Yan, let’s go to my parents’ place this weekend! There’s a sauna, a river, we can grill some kebabs, relax properly! I’m slowly getting fed up with this city!” Anton suggested to his wife. “What do you think about it?” “Anywhere but your parents’, Antosh. I don’t want to listen to your mother lecturing … Read more
— Nikita, couldn’t you at least consult me once before promising something to your mother? — Oksana put her bag down and gave her husband a meaningful look. — What’s the big deal? Mom asked for help at the dacha this summer. You’ll be on vacation anyway, — Nikita shrugged without looking up from his … Read more
“What if we ask your parents for help?” Gennady said thoughtfully, stretching out on the couch after dinner. Irina carefully set her cup of tea on the table and sat down beside him. The news about Svetlana selling her dacha had been on her mind all day. “Can you imagine what an opportunity this is?” … Read more
At the interview, she felt an unpleasant prick of anxiety when her gaze accidentally landed on a photograph lying on the table in front of the manager. It wasn’t the neat, carefully made picture meant for a résumé that she was used to from previous interviews. No — this was a candid moment, captured stealthily, … Read more
I began to suspect that my husband was putting some kind of sleeping pill into my coffee. So, when we sat down to drink coffee with cake, I took advantage of the moment when he stepped away and discreetly poured out the contents of my cup. Then I pretended to fall asleep. However, what happened … Read more
The call caught Irina Nikitichna at the worst possible moment. The morning had been busy — the children were bustling by the doorway, putting on shoes and packing their school bags; the kettle was boiling in the kitchen, reminding with frequent whistles that it was about to boil over. She was just about to pour … Read more
Nastya was no longer just lying there — she was practically fused to the couch. The phone in her hand, her finger mechanically scrolling through the news feed, and in her head — absolute emptiness. Peace was a rare thing. And, as usual, it lasted exactly until the moment the door slammed. Grigory burst in … Read more
Valentina Petrovna walked slowly down the street, wrapped in a thin veil of autumn chill. Her small pension barely covered her expenses, so every kopeck spent on groceries had to be accounted for. The elderly woman lived on the outskirts of town, in an old house that had long needed repairs. The wind slipped through … Read more
Lyudmila Nikolaevna had always been proud of her practical savvy. In the two-room apartment she shared with Sergey on Pervomayskaya Street, everything was accounted for down to the last kopek: a week’s supply of groceries, household chemicals, even toilet paper was bought strictly according to the list. Sergey often teased her about her meticulousness but … Read more