Ksenia! Where have you been? The guests have been waiting for coffee for half an hour already! And cut the cake into bigger pieces! Vasily Timofeevich likes sweets!” — Elena Petrovna’s voice, the mother-in-law’s, echoed throughout the apartment. Ksenia took a deep breath, holding back irritation. About ten people had gathered in the living room … Read more
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 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
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 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 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.” “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 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
— 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
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