— You seriously expected to get the keys to MY house? — Dasha asked, not believing her ears.

Dasha didn’t want to admit even to herself that after seven years of marriage, almost nothing was left of her. Something important was disappearing piece by piece, imperceptibly, day by day — her sense of self-worth, joy, dreams. Sometimes she would catch her reflection in the mirror and not recognize the woman looking back — … Read more

— No, I won’t give your mother any more money! Enough! Let her deal with her debts herself — I wash my hands of it!

— So you really think a vacation in Turkey is more important than helping my mother? — Igor’s voice rang out like a taut wire. Alina turned away from the window, where she had been watching the shameless spring rain splattering against the glass. She was wearing a home T-shirt and had her hair in … Read more

— I’m tired, Andrey. Every weekend it’s the same — guests, cooking, cleaning. I don’t even get a chance to just rest! Lying down on the bed is such a rarity for me.

I’m tired, Andrey. Every weekend it’s the same thing — guests, cooking, cleaning. I don’t even get a chance to just rest! Lying down on the bed is a rare thing for me.” “So what?” he shrugged. “That’s normal! You’re the hostess, you have to welcome guests so they want to come again and again.” … Read more

I don’t care where your mother will live, but she will never set foot in this house if you don’t want her to be carried out feet first later!

— Mom is coming to stay with us for a month, — said Grigory, drying his hands with a kitchen towel. — Olga met some guy, and they need to live together. Mom just gets in their way. Nadezhda froze, holding a half-washed plate. Soap suds slowly ran down her fingers into the sink. — … Read more

He didn’t know that the woman cleaning the office was his sister… And the negotiations with the partners turned out to be a carefully planned trap.

Andrey dreamed again that nightmare: his father was kicking his pregnant mother out of the house, shouting in her face: “Just die, Verka, but I won’t raise someone else’s child!” Little Andrey grabbed his father’s sleeve, crying, begging him to stop. His mother called him, stretched out her arms, but the blizzard drowned out her … Read more