— “You didn’t wipe down the sink after dinner again, Alina,” said Raisa Petrovna quietly, but with a metallic note in her voice, standing in the kitchen doorway like a shadow from an old Soviet war film. Alina slowly turned. In one hand she held a mug with half-finished tea, in the other her phone, … Read more
— And this beet of yours, Veronichka, is… from a supermarket or something? No flavor of its own. Bland, — Tamara Pavlovna’s voice, thick and syrupy like cooled kissel, filled the small kitchen. She held a spoonful of borscht aloft like an expert taster delivering a verdict to the accused. Veronika felt her fingers ball … Read more
Alina stood by the kitchen window, watching the autumn leaves slowly settle onto the asphalt of the courtyard. Behind her came familiar sounds: children’s laughter, the shuffle of slippers across the parquet, the refrigerator door slamming. She didn’t turn—she knew she’d see the same scene she’d seen every day for the past three months. Inga … Read more
The legend that every child within the walls of a state orphanage waits, holding their breath, to hear the words “Someone’s come for you” shattered against Alisa’s stone calm. She sat on the edge of her institutional bed, her fingers digging into a snag on the worn blanket, and Irina Petrovna’s words sounded to her … Read more
Under the boundless sky, in a village steeped in orchard greenery and the whisper of ripening grain, a legend lived on—a legend of a love so bright and pure that even decades later, the old-timers, recalling it, would sigh softly and look away, hiding the moisture in their eyes. It was the story of Arseny … Read more
The torrential, merciless rain—as if the very firmament had split open above the Eternal City—was flooding Rome’s famous cobblestone streets, turning them into seething, rushing streams. Water lashed the windows of luxury boutiques in the fashionable Prati district, knocked down passersby hurrying to find shelter, and drummed on the roofs of the endless line of … Read more
— “This is reckless, Artyom—pure madness!” Victoria’s voice—his mother’s—didn’t just ring; it vibrated, filling the kitchen with the current of unfeigned fury. A stray sunbeam playing on the chrome kettle seemed to cringe at her scream. “To marry… her! Do you have any idea what you’re doing to your life? You’re destroying everything I built … Read more
Marina had always believed that every thing had its own place and its own story. Her makeup bag with the French mascara she’d bought three years ago. Her grandmother’s emerald earrings, which she wore only on special occasions. The blue Zara dress in which she’d met Andrei. Every item was part of her personal space, … Read more
Larisa looked up from her computer when Andrei walked into the kitchen. From his face she immediately understood—something was wrong. Her husband stood in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot like a schoolboy outside the principal’s office. “What happened?” she asked, closing the laptop. Andrei came to the table and sat down across from … Read more
Enough! I’m sick of it! Pack your stuff and run back to your mommy!” Misha’s voice, breaking into a shriek, slammed against the walls and bounced back, filling the little entryway with the smell of ozone, like after a thunderstorm. He stood with his legs braced, jabbing a thick finger toward the front door, his … Read more