“Did you put salt in it? Mom says you mustn’t add any salt at all for children under one, it affects their kidneys.” Irina didn’t even turn her head. Her hand, holding the small spoon, froze halfway to the mouth of her son, sitting in the high chair. Silently, she returned the spoon to […]
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— Again the whole apartment smells of vanilla; there’s no air to breathe,”—Raisa Pavlovna’s voice, sharp and dry like last year’s leaf, broke into the kitchen before she herself did, shattering the focused working atmosphere. Anya didn’t flinch. She only gripped the offset spatula a little tighter, continuing with surgical precision to smooth the […]
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“Do you even realize this is betrayal?” Ivan’s voice was shaking, though he was trying to keep himself in check. Maria stood by the window, looking out at the yard where two girls were kicking a ball and laughing as if the whole world belonged to them. She was holding her phone and staying […]
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Lena woke up because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing. She reached for the nightstand and picked up the receiver. On the screen—her mother-in-law. “Good morning,” Lena’s voice was sleepy, hoarse. “Lenochka, are you still not asleep?” the mother-in-law was brisk and cheerful. Far too cheerful for nine in the morning after last night. […]
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My parents are coming tomorrow to stay with us for a month to help with the baby,” my husband happily announced one evening, a week before my due date. He expected me to jump for joy. Instead, I silently packed my things and went to my mother’s, leaving him alone in our tiny apartment. He […]
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When Sofia announced that she was going to marry a man with a disability, her loved ones seemed to lose the power of speech. Her family was in shock, her friends were stunned, and distant relatives gathered for an informal family council as if deciding a matter of national importance. Everyone felt it was […]
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The Relatives Were Waiting For Dinner, And She Put A Purchase Agreement For A House On The Table Instead. 18.11.2025admin They were expecting borscht or cutlets. She dropped a stack of documents onto the table so loudly that Aunt Elina’s fork slipped from her hand. In that moment, the familiar family script stopped existing. Irina […]
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They were expecting borscht or cutlets. She dropped a stack of documents onto the table so loudly that Aunt Elina’s fork slipped from her hand. In that moment, the familiar family script stopped existing. Irina stood by the table, straight as a string. She’d been preparing for this moment all evening—buttoned her blouse all the […]
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Nadezhda, dear, I asked you not to touch those documents!” my mother-in-law’s voice sounded unexpectedly sharp when I picked up the folder from the table. Svetlana Ivanovna was standing in the doorway of the study, and her usually friendly face twisted in an irritated grimace. She quickly walked over and literally snatched the folder out […]
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A July evening in the two-room apartment on Stroiteley Street was especially stifling. Irina sat in an armchair by the window, turning over in her mind the events of the past few weeks. A thirty-five-year-old elementary school teacher, she had always been observant and good at noticing details that slipped past others. Those traits […]
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