Elena Sergeyevna had always worked from morning till night. Even as a child, when other girls played with dolls, she made clothes for them and sold them for pennies to the neighborhood kids. At university she tutored on the side, and afterward—straight into the office of a large company. When she realized she’d hit the … Read more
Marina lifted her eyes from the laptop, not immediately understanding what her husband had said. Pavel was standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a cup of half-finished coffee, looking at her with a somewhat guilty expression. “What did you say?” she asked, slowly closing the laptop lid. “Well, Lena asked…” Pavel shifted awkwardly from foot … Read more
Natalya stood by the window, watching her husband Alexei and his mother struggle out of the elevator with heavy grocery bags. They were discussing something, and by her mother-in-law’s gestures it was clear the conversation was once again about her. Lidiya Petrovna waved toward their third-floor apartment, shook her head, and pressed her lips together—the … Read more
Natalya stood at the stove, slowly stirring the oatmeal. The kitchen was dead quiet, broken only by the soft crackle of the gas. A cold dawn pressed through the window—gray-blue, like the fogged eyes of a tired person. “Natash, you didn’t forget that Mom needs her blood pressure taken before breakfast, did you?” Viktor’s voice … Read more
“I clearly remember leaving the new blouse on the bed,” Alina muttered, rummaging through the closet. A strange feeling hadn’t left her for weeks. Things in the apartment seemed to have a life of their own—moving around, disappearing, then turning up in unexpected places. The phone rang suddenly, making her jump. Her husband’s name lit … Read more
Yelena Pavlovna swept into the kitchen as if she were about to save the motherland. A cupboard door slammed; the dishes clinked. — Have you completely lost all shame? Shampoo for eight hundred rubles?! What is this, gold soap? Do you understand how much money that is? If you want luxury—buy it with your own … Read more
Tatyana Nikolaevna sat in the empty house, staring at a cup of tea gone cold. It had been three months since Igor packed his things and left for twenty-five-year-old Kristina. After twenty-three years together, everything collapsed in a single moment when he said he wanted to feel alive. At fifty-two, Tatyana suddenly felt like no … Read more
— “Svetlana Petrovna’s kids are kind of strange,” the concierge whispered, wiping the glass partition. — “Very quiet,” the doorkeeper agreed, “like mice. They just dart their eyes around.” I’d moved into the new apartment a month ago, and the boxes in the corners were still unpacked. Work took all my time—when you sit at … Read more
Crystal chimed merrily, the guests were smiling, and Maria couldn’t take her eyes off her husband. Dmitry—now officially her husband—was beaming with happiness. The wedding had gone beautifully: a cozy restaurant decorated with fresh flowers, their favorite people all around, and most importantly—they were together, despite everything. “Cheers to the newlyweds!” the toastmaster proclaimed yet … Read more
— Mom, can I come in? I need to talk, — Natalia stood in the doorway of her parents’ apartment, clutching a large bag to her chest. — Come in, just take your shoes off carefully, I’ve washed the floors, — her mother stepped aside to let her in. — Dad’s home, he’s reading the … Read more