Morning in a cozy two-room apartment on the fourth floor began with the usual, almost ritual noise — the clinking of spoons against cups, the clicks of the toaster, the sound of water running from the tap, and muffled laughter. The air was filled with a fragrant palette: coffee, fresh bread, and a faint floral … Read more
Slowly, as if afraid to scare away the moment or shatter the fragile illusion of reality, I turn my head. The world around seems to freeze, leaving only him in the spotlight — the taxi driver sitting behind the wheel, as if born from my deepest memories. An icy lump immediately tightens in my chest, … Read more
— What do you want from me, Mom? — Victoria said tiredly, pressing the phone to her ear. — For me to feel sorry for all of you? I do. Lyudmila Petrovna was silent for a moment, gathering her thoughts. — You could help your older sister get through this difficult time, — she finally … Read more
— Irina, we are getting divorced. Please be kind enough to move out of here by tomorrow. — What? Anton, did I hear you right? Divorced? — Yes. — And why should I move out of my own apartment? — Yours? You’re mistaken, baby. Here are the documents. Look: the sole owner is me. Irina’s … Read more
It wasn’t uncommon for Kira to do this — as she was falling asleep, she would drift back into childhood. Back to somewhere around when she was five years old, when her father was still around, and her mother used to smile. Why exactly five years old? That always puzzled Kira. Perhaps because that was … Read more
Young and talented surgeon Ivan Sergeyevich Murashin, who had already established himself as one of the most promising specialists in his clinic, had long been accustomed to the instability and unpredictability of his work schedule. For him, night calls had become almost a second name — they meant one thing: he was being called back … Read more
Natalya, don’t go to him! He will deceive you!” Svetlana exclaimed in a voice trembling with anxiety, standing like a wall in front of the door. Her fingers gripped the wooden doorframe convulsively, as if it were the last support between a terrible past and an uncertain future. In the mother’s eyes shimmered a plea, … Read more
Yegor lay on the bed, face buried in the pillow, as if asleep. But it was an act—he could hear every word his mother repeated once again with that same tired intonation, the kind usually spoken with resignation in the voice: “Yegor, get ready.” He didn’t move. He only wrapped himself tighter in the blanket … Read more
“What do you call a woman who sleeps while her husband leaves for work hungry?! A BAD wife,” — grandmother often repeated these words… And they stuck deeply in Darya’s subconscious. “Congratulations on your wedding day!” — Darya’s grandmother wiped a tear with a pristine white handkerchief. — “Zhenya, my son, I entrust you with … Read more
— You bought the wrong buckwheat again! How many times do I have to explain that “Mistral” is money down the drain! — Mom, maybe it’s not worth making a big fuss over some grains? — Don’t you dare talk back to me, Sergey! Your wife needs to learn how to save money! The apartment … Read more