Anna Petrovna started sorting the buckwheat again, diligently picking out the black grains as if her whole life depended on the perfect purity of those groats. I knew this ritual by heart—this was how my mother-in-law calmed her nerves before another “educational” talk with me. “Lena, it’s been five years,” she began without lifting her … Read more
Anna Viktorovna’s life—whom the whole village of Dubrovki knew as Granny Anya—didn’t stop when she retired; it merely changed tempo, turning from a brisk march into a measured but unceasing movement. Her day began with the first rays of sun that gilded the frosty panes of her small but cozy house on the outskirts. That … Read more
Marina heard familiar voices already on the stairs—the sisters-in-law were coming up, loudly discussing something. She flung the door open with her brightest smile. “Ladies, I’m so glad you’re here! Come in, quickly!” She practically dragged the stunned “girls” into the hallway. “Marinochka, why are you so… cheerful?” Anna Anatolyevna asked warily. “I’ve got a … Read more
— Which mom? Your mom? — she whispered. — Yes. She urgently needed surgery. A paid one they don’t do under the quota, and we couldn’t wait. She begged me not to tell anyone because she didn’t want to burden or worry you. She said you already take on too much, and your mother… — … Read more
Rodion stood by the window of the cardiology ward, watching the nurses hurry down the corridor. His wife, Zlata, lay in the room—third day after heart surgery. The doctors said everything had gone well, but recovery would take at least a month. “Rodya, are you listening to me?”—his mother-in-law, Evelina Markovna, tugged at his sleeve. … Read more
Marina was setting the birthday cake on the table when Alexey handed her a gift box. Inside lay a nonstick frying pan, twenty-four centimeters in diameter. “Thank you,” Marina tried to smile. “Very… practical.” “You don’t look pleased,” Alexey frowned. “I specifically chose a quality one with a ceramic coating. The salesperson said it’s the … Read more
Andrey Sergeyevich was pouring morning coffee into their favorite porcelain cups—the very ones his wife had once brought back from a trip to Vienna. Yelena Viktorovna stood by the window, looking at the Mariinsky Theater poster on her phone. “Tomorrow is Swan Lake,” she said dreamily. “Do you remember when we first went? Twenty years … Read more
Marina stopped on the kitchen threshold and felt the unspoken words catch in her throat. Her hand tightened around her phone—still warm from the director’s message about her bonus. Three voice notes from Lena, her friend with whom she had almost bought tickets for a two-week vacation in Turkey. “What?” was all she managed to … Read more
“Larisa, just a little more… Come on, love, you’ve got this!” Her legs barely obeyed. Each step felt like dragging iron weights tied to her ankles. “I want a shower…” Larisa breathed, the last of her strength ebbing away. “Gleb, I can’t. Honestly—I can’t.” Her husband tilted his head with a practiced look of concern, … Read more
Trying to be silent, twenty-seven-year-old Elizaveta Andreevna Malinkina eased along the corridor toward Alisa’s room—the room of the fourteen-year-old daughter of the house. She needed to make sure the girl was asleep before she could finally let herself sleep, too. For the past two weeks, Liza had been filling in at billionaire Voropaev’s estate for … Read more