— I’ve found someone else. Pack your things and get out of my apartment,” Svyatoslav stood in the middle of the living room with his hands shoved in his trouser pockets. Triumph was written across his face. Zlata slowly raised her eyes from the book she’d been reading, curled up in an armchair. She squinted, … Read more
— You do realize I’m not an idiot, right? — Marina stood in the bedroom doorway, gripping her phone. — I know everything, Alexey. Everything! — What are you even talking about? — he reluctantly tore his eyes from the laptop screen and looked at his wife in surprise. — Your fantasies again? — Fantasies? … Read more
This story—so old it seems to have grown through time like the root of a mighty oak—was once told to me by Granny Galya, our neighbor. She’d come over to borrow a little salt, neighborly and kind. I happened to be cooking at that very moment, baking cabbage pies whose rich, homely aroma filled the … Read more
— I’m not going to eat this slop,” Darina pushed away the plate of mashed potatoes with thick meat gravy. “Rostislav, we had an agreement. I’m on a strict regimen, I’m calibrating my receptors.” My son gave me a guilty look, then looked at his wife. He reminded me of an old rope being tugged … Read more
The apartment door creaked open at half past ten at night. Marina paused in the entryway, slipping the heavy bag from her shoulder. Her legs were buzzing after a twelve-hour shift at the hospital—today had been especially hard. Three emergency admissions, endless tests, discharge after discharge… And at home—the sound of laughter, clattering dishes, and … Read more
Sveta saw them by chance as she was leaving the bank. Anna and a man were walking into the restaurant Grand—the most expensive place in town. The stranger held the door for her and laid his hand on her lower back. Proprietary. Four months after the divorce, and Anna looked… radiant. A new coat, a … Read more
“Did you sign it?” Maxim’s voice shook with anger. “Did you really sign it?” “What else was I supposed to do?” Alina looked her husband straight in the eye. “Your mother was literally breathing down my neck!” “Don’t you dare blame my mother! She wanted to protect our interests!” “Whose interests? Yours? Hers? Certainly not … Read more
Autumn evening wrapped the apartment in the golden light of table lamps. Taras stood by the window, looking at the city lights, when he heard the rattle of keys in the lock. Polina had returned from yet another corporate party—elegant, impeccable, as always. “Third time, Polina! The third time in two years!” Taras’s voice trembled … Read more
“Your ex pays child support—so spend that, and I have to help my mother,” Igor said calmly, without looking up from his phone. Anna stopped mid-sentence and absentmindedly ran the cloth over the table, though it already gleamed with cleanliness. A pot of pasta was cooling on the stove; a cup of half-finished tea sat … Read more
“I said we’re not going!” Marina exhaled, looking at her husband, who stood in the doorway with a guilty expression. Pavel shifted from foot to foot, not daring to step into the bedroom. Behind him loomed a figure—his mother, Lidiya Petrovna—who was clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. “Marin, don’t be childish,” he began in his … Read more