An orphan who spent her childhood in an orphanage had finally managed to get a job as a waitress in one of the city’s most prestigious restaurants.

“Girl, do you even realize what you’ve done?!” Semen barked, brandishing a ladle like a weapon. “Soup on the floor, the customer’s soaked, and you’re just standing there like a statue!” Alyona’s gaze dropped to the dark stain spreading across the man’s expensive suit. Her stomach knotted. This was it—her job was over. Six months … Read more

“My new wife and I have nowhere to live, let us stay at the dacha,” my ex asked. I let him. Then I called the police and filed a report for breaking and entering.

“Recognize the voice?” — the voice on the other end of the line was nauseatingly familiar. Soft, ingratiating — the same one that had once promised me forever. I stayed silent, staring at the frost patterns on the windowpane. A call from my ex-husband, Dmitry, after nearly two years of complete silence — that couldn’t … Read more

— And will your mother be paying for our wedding, since she’s decided to invite so many guests? No! Then she’d better sit quietly and keep her mouth shut.

Who is this?” Sonya’s voice was even, almost indifferent, but Artyom flinched as if struck. He stood in the middle of their small kitchen, where only a minute ago the air had been filled with the warmth of almost-domestic bliss. Spread across the table in a fan were samples of wedding invitations—cream-colored card with gold … Read more

Petrovna did not want to give the keys to Lyuda and her daughters. Oh, how she did not want to, sensing it was a bad idea, knowing her sister’s natural arrogance and greediness, but once again, the aging woman gave in and bent: she was afraid of hurting her sister’s feelings.

Vasily, already pressing the gas pedal to the floor, was rushing along the highway to his dacha. He had just turned onto a secondary road, and then onto a country lane. Vasya remembered this road — every pothole, every turn, even that crooked birch tree along the roadside. His father always thought about his own … Read more

Rudolf Ivanovich was by no means a poor man; quite the opposite — he was very wealthy. No, he didn’t consider himself rich personally, but owning a factory with several workshops each 600 square meters and distributing his products all over Russia and the CIS countries spoke volumes.

Once again, Rudolf came home from work and literally did not recognize his wife: he hadn’t seen anything like this since he was a child. Svetka, his neighbor in the village where little Rudik used to visit in summer, had bees. And one bee had stung Svetka on her lower lip, causing it to swell … Read more

“My son doesn’t need a wife from the trash!” — my mother-in-law offered me money to leave… But what I did in response made her burn with shame!

— How much do you need? Don’t be shy. I’m ready to offer a decent sum if you leave my son alone. You don’t need much, right? You’re happy with any money from the trash — enough to feed all your friends a tasty dinner, rent yourself something cheap for a couple of months, and … Read more

The waiter treated two little orphans to lunch, and 20 years later they found him

A snowstorm covered the quiet provincial village of Yasnaya Polyana, as if throwing over it a spotless white blanket that muffled all sounds. Ice patterns spread over the window glass like embroidered lace, and the wind moaned along the deserted streets, carrying with it whispers of long-forgotten memories. The temperature had dropped to minus twenty-eight … Read more