“— You keep giving me all sorts of nonsense, so I decided to give you this piece of trash! I spent exactly as much on it as you did on the gift you gave me, which is now just dead weight!” Lera said it in an even, almost matter-of-fact tone, watching Roma turn a thin … Read more
Gazing at the display window of a children’s shop, Veronika smiled. Such tiny clothes—like they were made for dolls. Her hand slipped of its own accord to her still-small belly. She had just received her blood test results and confirmed her pregnancy. She was so excited and wanted to share the happy news with her … Read more
Andrey Nikolaevich leaned back in his chair and finally allowed himself a deep, long exhale. The week had dragged on as a heavy chain of endless tasks: reports, inspections, papers that had supposedly needed his signature “yesterday.” He rubbed his temples out of habit, as if trying to erase the fatigue, and with a slight … Read more
Veronika walked through the old park, her steps slow, shuffling over the fallen leaves. It was late August, but the leaves had already begun to yellow and drift down, as if nature itself were hinting: the time for change had come—and it isn’t always kind. She walked without really watching where she was going, her … Read more
Veronika ran her palms once more over the folds of her strict, perfectly pressed blazer, as if trying to smooth not only the fabric but also her inner tension. She stood before a tall mirror in the spacious, lavishly appointed foyer of an expensive restaurant, and her reflection felt foreign to her—a composed, successful woman … Read more
Sofia stood by the large panoramic window of her new home, her gaze sinking into the endless sea of crimson and gold. Autumn raged outside, and each leaf, spinning in a slow dance, settled on the ground as if laying down a soft, cozy carpet. She felt a new, previously unknown feeling being born inside … Read more
Marish, come here—quick!” Stepan’s shout flew in from the garden, and I startled so hard the half-mixed dough slipped from my hands and plopped straight into the sourdough starter. I ran to the porch. My husband stood beneath the old apple tree. And there—between the carrot rows—two little ones: a boy and a girl. They … Read more
Galina parked the car by the entrance and turned off the engine. It had been a hard day; she just wanted to sit with Nadya and have tea with cookies. Her sister always knew how to lift her spirits. “Nadka’s probably already putting on the samovar,” she muttered under her breath. But then her gaze … Read more
An impeccably dressed woman in a costly coat, gaze weighted and movements restrained, stepped into the weathered municipal hospital. The corridors breathed out the bite of antiseptic; the walls seemed to harbor all the small tragedies they had witnessed. She flinched—less at the smell than at the memories it stirred awake. Her husband—one of the … Read more
It hurts to hear inhuman words from the person with whom you’ve spent twenty years, weathering every hardship and trying to preserve your marriage. Looking at her husband sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, Inga felt tears rising to her eyes. She already knew what Herman had decided to discuss. She … Read more