Mom, it’s urgent. I need all the money.” Her son Vadim’s voice was dull, tight. Galina Sergeyevna froze with the dish towel in her hands. She felt trouble at once, but her face stayed calm. Habit. “What happened, Vadik?” He wouldn’t meet her eyes. His fingers were nervously twisting his car key. “It’s Sveta. Surgery.” … Read more
Ahead, in the beam of the headlights, a shape appeared. Small, indistinct. Ignat slowed down. A figure. A woman. A lone figure in the pitch darkness, far from any dwelling, any hint of shelter. “Well, here we go,” an irritated, tired thought flashed through his mind, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “She’s working. … Read more
Sofiya had long since known there was no hope—they would come. They would definitely come. It was inevitable, like the change of seasons, like the first snow. New Year’s holidays for Arkady Stepanovich and Veronika Pavlovna were like a powerful magnet: it pulled them to their son’s city apartment with an irresistible, almost physical force. … Read more
Autumn came into the city soundlessly, on tiptoe, as if afraid to disturb someone’s sleep. It painted the leaves in crimson and gold, but quickly grew tired of its own beauty, washed it away with long, fine rains, and left on the streets only the smell of wet asphalt, rotting foliage, and a damp, penetrating … Read more
Alyona was washing the floor in the hallway, trying not to miss a single gap between the baseboards. The water was warm, smelled of pine, and outside the window evening was slowly settling in. She could hear their daughter, little Veronika, softly snuffling in her sleep behind the wall. In these quiet moments the house … Read more
Elena stared at the phone and felt everything inside her tighten into a hard knot. “Len, pick up,” her husband called from the kitchen. “She’s calling for the third time already.” “I know,” Elena answered, but she didn’t pick up the phone. She already knew what her sister would say. Always the same: they’d arrived, … Read more
Fifteen people, at least!” Sergey’s loud voice carried from the living room. “Yeah, at our place—why waste money on a restaurant!” Anna froze at the sink. A mountain of unwashed plates loomed before her—the remains of last night’s dinner, which she’d spent three hours cooking. Warm water ran over her hands, and a familiar knot … Read more
Valentina woke up to the sound of the garden gate slamming. Her right arm wouldn’t obey—hung there like it belonged to someone else. Her tongue moved slowly, clumsily in her mouth. It had only been two weeks since the stroke, but each day stretched on forever. The doctors had said recovery would come gradually. The … Read more
Vika came home around nine in the evening. Her mother-in-law’s familiar shoes were in the entryway. The woman exhaled and squared her shoulders—another little performance was about to begin. In the kitchen, Galina Sergeyevna sat at the table drinking tea. Denis was next to her, glued to his phone. “Good evening,” Vika hung her bag … Read more
Alexei listened to the phone, not believing his ears. On the other end of the line his mother, Galina Sergeyevna, was speaking in her usual tone—dry, confident, as if it wasn’t about her son’s future but about buying potatoes at the market. “I’ve changed my mind, Lyosha. I won’t give money for the renovations. Lena … Read more