Denis wants to come over for the weekend,” Maxim said quietly, leaning on the terrace railing. Vera froze with her cup halfway to her lips. The evening sun gilded the tops of the pines, and the wind stirred the young apple trees planted along the fence. Their home—their own home—built over two grueling years of … Read more
A resonant, authority-soaked voice—her mother-in-law, Alla Mikhailovna’s—cut through the stale air of the old two-room flat on the outskirts of Moscow. “Olga, come on—you’re not a stranger. You understand: we’re family. And in a family, how is it? Everything’s shared. The joys are shared, and that means… well… the opportunities too.” Olga, a literature teacher … Read more
I walked out of the maternity ward, awkwardly holding the hospital-issued things in a plastic bag. Finally—home, after three days in the hospital. I wanted only one thing: a hot shower and my own bed. Little Artyomka stayed in the hospital for one more day for observation—he had a mild case of jaundice. Nothing serious, … Read more
October leaves drifted slowly outside the window, carpeting the courtyard in yellow. Oksana was setting the table for dinner when a sharp doorbell rang. Roman got up from the couch and went to answer it, calling over his shoulder: “Probably Galina.” Her husband’s mother had been showing up more and more often lately—always looking worried, … Read more
Marina had always been proud of her apartment. A two-room place on the fourth floor of a Soviet-style panel building—not luxury, of course, but her own. She saved for the down payment for four years, working as a manager at a trading company, denying herself trips and new clothes. When she finally got the keys, … Read more
Yulia woke up early. Outside the window, a fine autumn rain was falling, and gray clouds hung low, almost touching the roofs of the high-rises. But the young woman’s mood was buoyant—today was Vera’s wedding, Alexey’s sister. An event the whole family had been preparing for for months. Four years earlier, Yulia had married Alexey. … Read more
— Where are you going? I said you stay home. Dima stepped out of the kitchen into the narrow hallway and, getting two steps ahead of Lera, planted his broad palm against the doorframe. His body completely blocked the exit. In the dim light of the single bulb, his figure looked massive and motionless—like a … Read more
Vera sat in the kitchen and stared out the window. Rain drummed against the glass. Life was over. “Mom, what are you doing in there?” her daughter Katya shouted from the hallway. “Sitting and being sad again?” “I’m not sad,” Vera lied. “Just drinking tea.” Katya walked into the kitchen, looked at her mother, and … Read more
Katya, I talked to Mom today. A long talk—thorough. So, we’ve thought it over and decided it’s time for her to move in with us.” Oleg said it in his usual, slightly lazy tone—the same one he used to comment on a football match or the weather outside. He was sitting deep in an armchair, … Read more
Roma, it’s me. Can you come over now? I urgently need the jars.” Zhanna Arkadyevna’s voice in the receiver carried no trace of a question. It assumed no refusal, allowed no objections. It was that coaxing yet steely tone Roman had learned to hate since his teens. He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge … Read more