Month: September 2025

Sweetheart, I’m going to be moving in with you soon—right after I sign my apartment over to your younger sister—so you and your husband should get a room ready for me!

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“Sweetheart, I’m planning to move in with you soon—right after I sign my apartment over to your younger sister. So start getting a room ready for me with your husband!” The words landed on the little table between them with a clink louder than a teaspoon against porcelain. They dropped straight into the saucer of … Read more

“Come in, Marina. Dinner needs to be made—the groceries are in a bag in the kitchen. The laundry’s in the basket. Dust the living room; it hasn’t been done in ages,” the future mother-in-law rattled off, then casually added, “And Vanya and I will watch a movie in the living room for now.”

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“Come in, Marina. Dinner needs to be cooked—the groceries are in a bag in the kitchen. The laundry’s in the basket. Wipe the dust in the living room; I haven’t gotten around to it in ages,” the future mother-in-law rattled off, and then, as if casually, added, “And Vanya and I will watch a movie … Read more

“Dimka, the relationship is over. The keys are on the table. The bill for services still stands. Your former housekeeper, cook, lover, and comrade-in-arms.”

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Mishka has a friend—a handsome guy named Dimka. He makes good money, his career is on the rise, success after success, and he knows a couple of languages. He’s a bit high-strung, true, but that’s from overwork. He lives alone. And there’s a lady friend—smart and beautiful Nastya, excellent education, cultured, a diamond of a … Read more

— Help your mother with repairs at the dacha? Igor, are you serious? And when my father asked you to help move a refrigerator, you were “busy”! So let your mother find some handymen! I’m not taking part in this circus anymore!

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— Lena, I was talking to my mom—next weekend we need to go out to her dacha. There’s a ton to do: paint the fence, sand the old varnish off the veranda—she can’t handle it alone, — Igor said in his usual Saturday tone—relaxed, faintly patronizing, the way people speak about things long decided and … Read more

After seizing his wife’s business, the husband immediately announced a divorce. How “noble” of him.

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“I signed the agreement, just like you asked, Kolya. Now the entire family business is yours,” Zoya said, handing over a folder tied with a thin leather ribbon. “Excellent, my dear. You did the right thing. Now sit down. I’m going to say something you might not like—take it with dignity,” he replied without lifting … Read more

We came to see our son, not you—so keep quiet and make room!” the mother-in-law declared the moment she stepped over the threshold.

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Tatyana was pouring the evening tea into cups when a sharp ring at the door made her start. The clock showed half past ten. Who would come to the dacha at this hour? “Sergey, someone’s here,” she called to her husband, but he was already heading for the door. A minute later familiar voices sounded … Read more

After the anniversary, the husband’s mother decided that her daughter-in-law’s home belonged to her—but the son’s wife answered in a way that left the mother-in-law speechless.

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Marina carefully arranged the glasses on the festive table. Their apartment gleamed with cleanliness—three days of cleaning hadn’t been in vain. Her mother-in-law’s jubilee was serious business. “Marina, isn’t the tablecloth too bright?” Sergey peeked into the room. “It’s fine,” Marina muttered. “Don’t start. Your mom said ‘festive,’ so I did my best.” “You know … Read more

Arina froze in the bedroom doorway, watching her husband Dmitry adjust his tie in the mirror. “Dima, have you seen my sapphire earrings? The white-gold ones Mom gave me for my thirtieth.”

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Arina froze in the bedroom doorway, watching her husband, Dmitry, adjust his tie in the mirror. “Dima, have you seen my sapphire earrings? The white-gold ones Mom gave me for my thirtieth.” Dmitry kept fussing with his tie without turning around. “No, I have no idea where they could be. Why, are they missing?” Arina … Read more

“Forgive me, Galya, but after my passing you’ll have to move out,” Anatoly said calmly to his wife. “I’ve bequeathed the apartment to my son.

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“Sorry, Galya, but after my death you’ll have to vacate this apartment,” Anatoly told his wife. “I’m leaving it to my son. I’ve already given the necessary instructions. I hope you won’t hold it against me. You have children—they’ll look after you.” Life had knocked Galina around. She was raised in an orphanage and never … Read more

— What apartment are you planning to split? — the wife asked in surprise.

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— “Which apartment are you planning to split?” the wife asked. — “Fine,” the husband answered roughly. “Either way, half the apartment is mine.” Marina shook her head. — “Let’s consider that your family spent that money remodeling the home of their grandson and son,” she explained firmly. “You wanted to start a new life—please, … Read more