“Like a parasite, for God’s sake…” Natalia Petrovna said quietly, anger in her voice. “Olya, do you remember we’re going to Mom’s for her birthday on Sunday?” her husband asked over breakfast. “As if I could forget… You’ve drummed it into my ears. And the mother-in-law reminded me four times just this past week… You … Read more
Alexei knew this conversation was inevitable. When he saw Igor’s number on the screen, his heart skipped—not from joy at hearing his younger brother. Igor’s voice trembled with agitation, his words spilling out like peas from a torn sack: an accident on the Garden Ring, the car smashed, but he was alive and that was … Read more
The door slammed with indifferent loudness, cutting off the sounds from the stairwell. Vadim stepped aside to let her go first. The girl. I knew they would come. He had called in the afternoon, his voice soaked with that brisk businesslike cheerfulness I’d learned to hate, and said that in the evening there would be … Read more
Lisa had always been quieter than her brother. A year younger than Maksim, she seemed to balance out his loudness with her invisibility. While he tore around the yard shouting, she sat in a corner with a book. While he told jokes to their parents at dinner, she silently finished her soup. “Our little Maksim … Read more
Alexey was checking on his phone where so much money had gone on the credit card while Marina washed the dinner dishes. His mother’s call caught him off guard—she usually phoned on Sundays, and today was Wednesday. “Lyoshenka,” Valentina Petrovna’s voice sounded especially sweet, which always put him on alert, “I’ve been thinking about my … Read more
— What did you say? — Tatyana couldn’t believe her mother-in-law would come up with something like that. — You heard me! I don’t understand, what kind of reaction is that? I’m his mother, and Anton can fulfill my wishes sometimes too, not just yours. Isn’t that right? Or are you against it? — I … Read more
It was late. After tucking the children in and smoothing the blankets one last time, Liza drifted to the kitchen. She set the kettle on, watched the tiny lights flicker under the metal, poured tea, and sat at the table with both hands around the cup. Roma still wasn’t home. Lately he’d been drowning in … Read more
“Katya, where’s my blue tie?” Dmitry shouted from the bedroom. Ekaterina stood over the stove, stirring oatmeal that had already turned thick and listless. Seven years of marriage, and every morning played like a looped reel: he sprinted toward money and importance; she hovered between the kettle and the washing machine. “In the closet, second … Read more
Marina stood outside the wallpaper store, carefully examining the samples. Her parents’ apartment had long needed repairs, and their daughter had decided to take the initiative into her own hands. In two years of marriage, she had learned how to plan a budget so there was enough not only for her own needs but also … Read more
The commuter train was slowly approaching the familiar platform, and Anna pressed her forehead to the carriage’s cold windowpane. She hadn’t been to this town in five years. Five years of building a career in the capital, working twelve-hour days, saving on everything—even the coffee from the vending machine. Every kopek went into her dream … Read more