Category: ПОЛИТИКА

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 […]

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 […]

“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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

  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 […]

In a residential neighborhood on the outskirts of Voronezh, life moved along in its usual quiet way. A microdistrict where everything was meant to remain as it always had: quiet, respectable, with no unnecessary noise. Here lived Daniil Landyshev—a widower, the owner of a small logistics company, a respected man who was always proud of […]

I knew this conversation would happen sooner or later. Dmitry was sitting in the kitchen, turning a cup of cold coffee in his hands and clearly trying to work up his nerve. In ten years of marriage I’d learned to read him like an open book—especially when it came to his sister, Olga. — “Len, […]