Category: ПОЛИТИКА

— This year, don’t spend on yourself—pay for your sister’s wedding; we’ve already decided,” his father informed him. The voice on the phone sounded casual, as if his dad were saying they needed a loaf of bread for dinner. Nothing more, nothing less. Kirill froze, staring at his laptop screen. An Excel sheet glowed there—his […]

“Marina, open up already—we’re freezing!” came a familiar, imperious voice from behind the door. Marina froze with the keys in her hand. With her new hairstyle, spring-lilac manicure, and boutique shopping bags, she felt like a queen. There were still two hours before her romantic dinner with Igor—time to change into her new dress, light […]

My name is Tamara Alexeyevna. I am seventy-four. Once, my days were full—there was a husband I adored, work that felt like calling rather than duty, a house that held warmth even in winter, and three children whose laughter braided itself into the walls. Then, ten years ago, my husband’s heart failed him. After his […]

— Marina, open the safe immediately! — the mother-in-law stood in the doorway of the study, clutching some documents in her hands. Marina Sergeyevna froze with her morning tea cup in hand. She had just been peacefully having breakfast in the kitchen when suddenly Tamara Ivanovna — the mother-in-law who hadn’t shown up for half […]

Natasha opened the refrigerator and, with annoyance, discovered that there was no milk again. Yesterday she had bought two cartons, but this morning not a drop was left. Well, almost none—there were literally a few sips rattling at the bottom of the package, which someone had put back on the shelf. “Dimochka, the milk’s finished,” […]

Nadezhda was climbing the stairs after a hard day working in the accounting department of a medical center. The hot July evening made her damp blouse cling to her back, and the bag with documents felt heavier than usual. Her parents had left for their aunt’s dacha a week ago, leaving their daughter the keys […]

A snowstorm covered the quiet provincial village of Yasnaya Polyana, as if throwing over it a spotless white blanket that muffled all sounds. Ice patterns spread over the window glass like embroidered lace, and the wind moaned along the deserted streets, carrying with it whispers of long-forgotten memories. The temperature had dropped to minus twenty-eight […]

— What’s wrong with your face? Roman tossed his keys onto the hallway table and walked into the kitchen. Sveta was sitting at the table, resting her head on her hand, staring at a single spot. An untouched cup of cold tea stood before her. She wasn’t crying, no. Her face looked like a mask […]