I’ve taken two weeks’ vacation!” Igor sat at the table without lifting his eyes from his dinner plate, as if the conversation were routine. “I spoke to Mom today—she and Dad are coming the day after tomorrow. They’ll stay with us!” Galya froze, her fork halted midway to her mouth. Lowering her hand, she stared […]
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Snezhka, we finally made it!” Marina burst into the new flat, clutching a huge cake box. Snezhana smiled as she took the gift. Five years of dreaming had at last come true: their own two‑room apartment in a new building. It might be on the edge of town, but it was theirs. “Come on in! […]
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Vera poured herself a coffee and walked over to the window. Dawn was only just breaking, yet her head was already swarming with thoughts about the day ahead. First up was a meeting with a supplier, then a review of the accounting reports, and after lunch—a call with a client from Tver. Her schedule was […]
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What did you say?” Anna froze, feeling a chill inside. Sergey stood by the door, tightly clutching a bunch of keys. His normally lively face had frozen into a mask of irritation. “I can’t live like this anymore,” he repeated in a tone devoid of emotion. “Neither can I, nor mom. Pack up the kids […]
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Ninochka, you know… I would have never thought that your son would choose some unknown girl to marry!” said Polina Anatolyevna, taking a sip of fragrant jasmine tea. “Don’t rub salt in my wounds. This wedding will not happen! My son will realize how wrong he is and will cancel everything,” Nina Vasilyevna declared confidently, […]
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Kristina, while in the maternity hospital, learned that her mother-in-law had moved in with them. The young parents were quickly pushed aside by the newly-minted grandmother from their son. At home, Kristina noticed that the baby bath and a pack of diapers she had bought were on the balcony. – “How wonderful that you’re having […]
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A knock on the door sounded just as I was about to toss another batch of burnt pancakes into the trash. Three in the morning isn’t exactly the best time for culinary experiments, but insomnia mixed with VK video recipes is a dangerous combination. — If it’s Petrovich again with his homemade moonshine, I swear […]
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Alektina Petrovna consistently appeared at the store right at seven in the morning. The 24-hour “Products 24 Hours” store was usually empty at that time—only the night workers and occasional sleepless passers-by entered. Her worn gray coat and faded scarf had long been familiar to the staff. The old woman came twice a week, exactly […]
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Tatiana Leonidovna was just pouring the tea—regular, with bergamot. Suddenly, her mobile phone rang. She flinched—it was already almost nine in the evening. — Aunt Tanya? It’s Rita! Margarita! Do you remember me? Of course, she remembered. Her niece. Loud, red-haired, with a mole above her lip. The last time they saw each other was […]
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Tanya was going through documents in the drawer of her desk, trying to tidy up the papers that had been accumulating over the years. Among the old receipts and instructions for long-broken appliances, she found the divorce certificate. December. Four months had already passed. The divorce from Misha felt rather mundane. No shouting, no breaking […]
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