— “Sveta, do you have your own apartment?” I was holding my glass and looking at Sergey. We’d met a week ago at dance night in the Rhythm club on Presnya. He’d walked me to the metro, paid me compliments, remembered that I like semi-sweet white wine. And now he was asking about an apartment. … Read more
Do you think happiness is going to knock on the door by itself?” Nastya stood in the middle of the kitchen with a rag in her hand, looking at her husband as if he were a stranger. “Or are you still waiting for someone to decide for us when it’s time to get out of … Read more
My husband was standing in the entryway. His tie was loosened. His face was red from the cold. Or from that talk with his boss. I don’t know. “I got promoted!” I turned from the stove. The pasta was boiling. Foam crept up the edge of the pot. I should’ve turned it off. But I … Read more
— He’s such a withered old runt! A useless old wreck—just unbearable! Since when have elderly people been of any use?” Nika said with a sneer. “— And that old man in particular disgusts me! When I walk Dior, he’s always standing at the window, staring at me. A pipe in his mouth, a newspaper … Read more
I came to this island looking for peace—to start a new life and heal from my past. Instead, I met him—charming, attentive, and everything I didn’t even know I needed. But just when I started believing in new beginnings, a single moment shattered it all. Even though I’d spent decades here, my living room felt … Read more
— We’ll live together for an eternity,” Roman whispered tenderly to Maria as they filed their application at the registry office. “Through joy and sorrow?” she asked, smiling as she looked into his eyes, bright with happiness. “Through joy and sorrow!” he nodded confidently, pulling her even closer. “And I won’t bore you over all … Read more
Here, this is for you for now. After that—handle it yourself, on your own,” Roman said. He put a few banknotes on the bedside table and started stuffing his things into a big bag. He pulled on his jacket even though it was already warm outside—the jacket wouldn’t fit into the bag anymore—and, without even … Read more
A snowstorm blanketed the quiet provincial settlement of Yasnaya Polyana, as if tossing a pristine white quilt over it and swallowing every sound. Across the windowpanes, icy patterns spread like embroidered lace, and along the deserted streets the wind moaned, carrying with it the whisper of long-forgotten memories. The temperature dropped to minus twenty-eight—the harshest … Read more
Nastya was already approaching the café when she heard familiar voices: “Forget that anniversary,” Zhenya cooed softly and slowly, leaning right into the ear of Nastya’s best friend. “Come to your place. Or mine. Nastya won’t be coming back,” he added with a pleased little chuckle. “Sure,” Lilia replied, doubt in her voice. “Fine, I … Read more
The apartment had come to Alyona from her parents. A two-room place on the fourth floor of an old brick building. The windows looked out onto the courtyard, where poplar trees grew and benches stood. Her parents had left all the paperwork in order, and six months later Alyona officially entered into the inheritance. She … Read more