Month: September 2025

The news of their son’s death came late—as, indeed, did the few rare tidings he sometimes sent his parents. By the time Fedor Viktorovich and Klavdiya Naumovna arrived, the man had already been buried next to his wife, Karina, with whom he’d died in a car accident.

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The news of their son’s death arrived late—like all the rare updates he occasionally sent his parents. By the time Fyodor Viktorovich and Klavdiya Naumovna arrived, the man had already been buried next to his wife Karina, with whom he’d died in a car accident. “Will you take the girl?” Karina’s aunt—an enormous woman who … Read more

— What’s with you and that Sofya? Why do you even need a wife like that? She gave birth, went all soft, now she waddles around like a blimp. You think she’ll slim down? Sure, keep waiting—it’s only going to get worse!

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— What is it with you and this Sofa? Why do you even need a wife like that? She gave birth, spread out, now she waddles around like a blimp. You think she’ll lose weight? Sure, keep waiting—it’s only going to get worse! — But she’s calm. And I actually like that she’s filled out. … Read more

For 50 years I was afraid of becoming a widow. Only after his death, sorting through his things, did I realize I’d spent my whole life with a stranger.

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“Mom, maybe that’s enough for today? You already smell of mothballs—and the past.” Irina wrinkled her nose with distaste, standing in the doorway of her father’s bedroom. Vera Koltsova didn’t even turn around. Methodically, as if performing a ritual, she was folding his shirts into a cardboard box. One after another. Collar to collar. “I … Read more

During the divorce, the husband mockingly left her a “useless” dacha plot. He had no idea what secret the old well on it was hiding…

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“Sign it, Kseniya Arkadyevna, and let’s be done with this farce.” Rodion carelessly slid a folder of documents toward me. His well-groomed fingers drummed on the mahogany desk, and on his lips played that very smirk I’d come to hate over the years. The smirk of a predator driving its prey into a corner. “What … Read more

Yes, I know that Tatyana Pavlovna fooled everyone into thinking I didn’t do anything around the house. But all the cleanliness and the cooking—that’s my handiwork.

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“Yes, I know that Tatyana Pavlovna fooled everyone into thinking I did nothing around the house. But all the cleanliness and the cooking—that’s my handiwork. You’ll have to live with that information now, Igor Ivanovich. I don’t even know how you managed before we moved in. Although… you’ll have a perfect chance to remember. Because … Read more

When she was in fifth grade, her father drowned while fishing in the spring—he’d been an avid, experienced angler.

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The cold spring river took him silently, leaving no cry, no splash, no explanation. When Alexander, Alina’s father, drowned, the village talked of nothing but the absurdity and cruelty of fate. An avid, experienced fisherman who knew the water like the back of his hand—and then such a senseless death. Some whispered he had slipped … Read more

After my husband’s funeral, my son took me out of the village. At the edge of town, he turned to me and said coldly:

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After my husband’s funeral, my son drove me to the edge of town and said, “This is where you get off, Mom. We can’t support you anymore.” I said nothing. I had been guarding a secret for years—one my ungrateful son would one day come to regret. It drizzled the morning we buried Ramón. My … Read more

— My dear, your husband has every right to discipline you! And if he shoved you into something, then, quite simply, you deserved it!

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— Salty. It wasn’t a question and it wasn’t a reproach. It was a statement of fact, spoken in an even, almost indifferent tone that was scarier than any shout. Vadim slowly set his spoon on the table beside his plate, carefully, so as not to make an extra sound. He didn’t look at Olga. … Read more

You’re overstepping, Irina. This dacha and this apartment—both belong to my son. So you’d better keep quiet if you want to stay here for a long time.”

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— You’ve forgotten your place, Irina. This dacha and this apartment—all of it belongs to my son. So you’d better keep quiet if you want to stay here for a long time. Irina had been living with her husband for several years. Together with Anton, they were raising a wonderful daughter, Ksenia, who was about … Read more