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The son buried his father — a wealthy, respected man — and learned that the will left him only an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. But when he arrived there…

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Sergey was always different from his peers, and his father often thought about this. At the same time, Pavel Ivanovich didn’t just love his son — he felt a deep pride for him. When his wife Natasha was nearby, he would often ask her: — Why do we have such an unusual son? There have … Read more

Uncle, please take my little sister — she hasn’t eaten for a long time —” he suddenly turned around and froze in astonishment

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— Uncle, please… take my sister. She’s very hungry… This quiet, desperate plea, breaking through the street noise, caught Igor Levshin off guard. He was in a hurry — no, he was literally rushing as if chased by an invisible enemy. Time was pressing: millions of dollars depended on a single decision that had to … Read more

I’m not going to be a nurse,” she said sharply as she arranged for her husband to enter a nursing home. “They’ll take better care of you there

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The room was filled with a half-darkness, in which a silent sadness hung heavily. Sergey Andreevich sat on the edge of the sofa, fingers interlaced, staring at a single point. His eyes, surrounded by the shadows of sleepless nights, looked into emptiness, as if beyond an invisible boundary lay the answer to the tormenting question: … Read more

“Your mother is just a simple kolkhoz woman, but my wife is a lady from high society!” — the husband sneered, casting a contemptuous glance at his mother-in-law standing nearby at the celebration.

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Your mother is just an ordinary village woman, but mine is a real lady!” Anton sneered dryly, casting a contemptuous glance at his mother-in-law, who was standing by the festive table holding a plate. Svetlana turned pale. A heavy silence fell over the room — even the background music seemed too loud compared to that … Read more

— Are these your children? Then you’ll have to feed them yourself, — the husband said coldly. — I don’t have any money right now.

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— Are these your children? Then you’ll feed them yourself, — the husband said coldly. — I have no money right now. You’re so independent — deal with your problems. No money — let them starve. — Please, help me convince Lesha to fulfill his duties, — Yana pleaded, holding back tears. — He doesn’t … Read more

— What do you want? — Karina asked without opening the door. — I think you already said everything you wanted to say yesterday.

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What do you want?” Karina asked without opening the door. “I think you already said everything you wanted to say yesterday.” “Actually, I came to my son’s house! And I want to babysit my grandson!” The woman behind the door had no intention of leaving. “Your son is not home. And when he does come, … Read more

Irina raised Zhenya strictly. She brought up her son alone, not spoiling him much. Yet the boy had no less than others.

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Irina raised Zhenya strictly. She brought up her son alone, not spoiling him much. Yet the boy had everything no worse than others. The war years were behind them; in the fifties, life began to settle down, as if the country’s wounds were healing… Irina gave birth to her son in 1951. Stanislav, a very … Read more

— If you bring your mother to live with us, then I’ll bring my mom too, and then neither you nor your mother will have enough space here.

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— Sasha, did you talk to your mother again about moving? — Vera stood by the window, arms crossed over her chest, watching her husband spread papers on the table. Sasha paused for a second but then continued sorting through the documents as if nothing happened. — Nothing special, just asked how she’s managing on … Read more

— Who told you that you’re the boss here? You only live here by my allowance! So you can also get kicked out.

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Roma, what did you do to my dresser?” Vika froze in the bedroom doorway, unable to believe her eyes. The old mahogany dresser, inherited from her great-grandmother, was gone, replaced by some modern minimalist cabinet. “That?!” Roma didn’t even look up from his phone, sprawled out on the bed. “Threw out your junk. Ordered proper … Read more

— Tomorrow they’re coming to look at your village house. We’re selling it, — said the mother-in-law so casually, as if it were her own summer cottage, not the house filled with Natasha’s memories.

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Natasha ran her palm over the wooden wall, feeling the roughness of the old log. This house remembered her first steps, her first tears, her first joys. A sturdy, though old, village house with a carved porch and a small but well-kept garden had been her refuge since childhood. After her grandmother Anna Mikhailovna’s death, … Read more