When Vadik found out what had happened to his little sister, he rushed home at once. He’d heard stories like this before, but never imagined it could happen to someone of his own.

When Vadik found out what had happened to his younger sister, he rushed home at once. He’d heard stories like this before, but never could have imagined it could happen to someone of his own blood. His mother had called a couple of hours earlier and told him everything. It turned out that classmates had […]

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My mother left me five apartments, but after overhearing my husband talking to his mother, I realized I couldn’t trust them

Olga closed the notary’s office door and stepped outside. The autumn wind tugged at her hair, yellow leaves rustled underfoot. In her hands—a folder of documents. Certificates of inheritance. Five apartments. Everything that was left of her mother. Four months had passed since the funeral. Four months of paperwork, running around to different offices, processing […]

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“I’m not dragging myself out to that godforsaken backwater to bury your mother,” her husband snapped. And when he heard about her bank account, he came crawling back with flowers.

Natalia woke to the insistent ringing of the phone. The clock read just before eight on an August Monday. Vitaly beside her grumbled and pulled the pillow over his head. “Hello?” Natalia’s voice was hoarse with sleep. “Natalya dear, it’s Valentina Ivanovna, your mother’s neighbor,” came the anxious voice of an elderly woman. “Sweetheart, be […]

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The young woman had quietly cared for the elderly lady without any fanfare. But the entire village was astonished when it was announced whom the old woman had named as the heir in her will.

It all began on the day the air turned thick and heavy, foretelling a storm. Into the stifling quiet of her little apartment, which smelled of tea and old paper, there burst an insistent knock at the door. On the threshold stood the postwoman, Klavdiya Ivanovna, and in her hands was not an ordinary envelope […]

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What, you won’t pay for your son’s trip to the sea?” The wife saw her husband grow flustered and answered the way she should.

Valentina was sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through utility bills, when she heard Sergey talking on the phone in the hallway. His voice was quiet, almost guilty—the very tone he used whenever Irina called. “I understand, I understand… Yes, of course, the boy needs a vacation…” she caught fragments of the conversation. “It’s just […]

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“All my money is mine, and yours is yours,” my husband brayed, not knowing that tomorrow my father would fire him and put me in his place.

“Honestly, Anya, you’re like a little girl. My money is mine. Yours is yours. That’s fair,” Dima leaned back on the sofa and laughed loudly, straight from the gut. That laugh, which a year ago had seemed sincere and infectious, now grated on my ears like cheap metal. He looked down at me, and his […]

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“Sorry, but your mother will not be living with us,” Lyuda said calmly but firmly.

That day, Antonina Petrovna arrived without warning. “Hello,” came the mother-in-law’s cold tone from the hallway. Luda automatically wiped her hands on her apron. “Hello, Antonina Petrovna.” “Potatoes again?” The mother-in-law looked over the plates on the table and wrinkled her nose. “I told you, children shouldn’t have so much starch.” Relations with Antonina Petrovna […]

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The son of oligarchs deliberately invited a poor girl to dinner to spite his mother. The moment she crossed the threshold, the guests froze—no one had expected a twist like that.

Kirill was in a big hurry today. It was already eight in the evening, and he still hadn’t picked out a gift or bought flowers—he hadn’t even changed his clothes. It was his mother’s birthday, Svetlana Eduardovna Krasilnikova. A crowd of guests had gathered for the occasion. The celebration would take place at the millionaire […]

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I don’t work day and night so your friends can live at our expense,” the wife said indignantly.

  The apartment door creaked open at half past ten at night. Marina stopped in the entryway, slipping the heavy bag from her shoulder. Her legs hummed after a twelve-hour shift at the hospital—today had been especially hard. Three emergency admissions, endless tests, one discharge after another… And at home—laughter, clattering dishes, and that nasty […]

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