My CMS

When she entered the central bank, no one paid any attention to her. Among the crowd of business people in strict suits, carrying briefcases, important documents, and confident looks, the girl in a cheap dress and worn shoes looked out of place — like a shadow accidentally wandering into the world of light. The security … Read more

Anna Pavlovna didn’t just drop the cup — it was as if she shattered a fragile shard of the past that seemed to have long ceased to exist. The porcelain crashed with a deafening clang into hundreds of sharp fragments scattered across the faded linoleum, like traces of former luxury, long dulled and lost its … Read more

“What are you wearing?” Gleb said with disgust, slowly and contemptuously looking over his wife from head to toe. “You look like some market hag! Do you even realize that we are now people of status?” Each word struck Irina like a whip’s lash. “People of status”… She looked at her husband but did not … Read more

On the way home, Liza stopped by a store. After filling her basket with everything she needed, she headed to the shelves with alcohol. She and her husband hadn’t had a romantic evening with a bottle of light wine for a long time. They used to often sit late into the night, discussing everything under … Read more

The evening, rich with the scents of freshness, hung in the air after a brief but fierce summer rain. The city, washed to a shine, seemed to breathe more deeply, absorbing the spicy, almost electric smell of ozone. Drops still tapped on the windowsills, the asphalt steamed, giving off the warmth of the day, and … Read more

— Petya, are you in your right mind? — Vera stared at her husband with wide eyes. — How could you?! You actually came up with something like that! Forgive me, but I’m starting to doubt you have any common sense. — And what did you expect? — he answered defiantly. — Our son doesn’t … Read more

Sometimes love doesn’t break against the stormy cliffs of betrayal or the icy rocks of indifference, but against the invisible barrier of family ties woven through years of upbringing. That evening, when those words came from the phone screen, I finally understood that all this time I had been just a temporary guest in my … Read more

Natasha placed a plate of fried potatoes on the table but immediately pulled her hand back—the frying pan was too hot. Her fingers were slightly reddened, but the pain was bearable. The air was filled with the aroma of dill and fried onions, the May sun was shining outside the window, and cheerful children’s voices … Read more

An elderly woman, stooped and exhausted, was slowly trudging along a deserted street on this quiet evening. The wind played with her light brown strands of hair, in which early, sneaky gray had crept in, as if time had decided to mock her and quicken its pace. Her hair escaped from under an old beret, … Read more

Svetlana, my husband Andrey’s own sister, has always been a mystery to me. Not literally — I knew her face well, her voice, even the way she laughed. But understanding what was going on in her head? I never managed that in all these years. It all started with small things that seemed almost unnoticeable … Read more