In a small office on the outskirts of the city, where only a few dozen people worked, each day was much like the one before. The usual atmosphere of business routine prevailed here: calls, reports, deadlines — all demanding attention, focus, and energy. But even in the most ordinary days, miracles sometimes happen. The employees […]
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He sat on the cold metal bench, wrapped in a worn-out cloak—once worn while working as a master at the housing office. His name was Nikolai Andreevich. A pensioner, widower, father of a single son, and, as he had once thought, a happy grandfather. But all of that collapsed one day. When his son brought […]
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May holidays are a time when the city comes to a standstill and the dacha settlements come to life. Marina was finishing packing the last of the groceries into the trunk, while Konstantin was fiddling with the GPS, checking the route. “Are you sure we haven’t forgotten anything?” he asked for the third time, casting […]
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Anya was setting the table, preparing for dinner with her husband. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. They weren’t expecting anyone. “Maxim, open the door, who could that be?” she called to her husband. Reluctantly, Maxim got up from the sofa and went to open the door. “Aunt Tamara? Where are you from?” Maxim was genuinely surprised […]
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Come in quickly,” Varya felt a strong push in her back and, by inertia, took a few steps forward and collided with the conductor. “Sorry,” Varya mumbled. She looked back and threw an angry glance at the young man who had squeezed into the train behind her. “It wasn’t on purpose,” the young man looked […]
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Elena carefully stirred the sauce when the lady of the house peeked into the kitchen. Svetlana paused at the threshold, scanning the room with a critical eye, then grimaced in displeasure. “Why is it so stuffy here? You need to air out more often,” said Svetlana, adjusting her perfectly styled hair. “And this smell… What […]
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Marina observed her son, Ilya, as he tried on his new suit. He was tall and dark-haired, and seeing him dressed so elegantly made it hit home: her boy was getting married tomorrow. Ilya examined his reflection, pleased with the impeccable fit of his attire. “It’s quite the stylish suit,” Ilya commented, admiring the rich […]
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Veronika slowly lowered the cup of cooling coffee. Her fingers, adorned with rings—gifts from her husband over twenty years of marriage—trembled slightly. Through the vast panoramic window of the Bellagio restaurant, the view of the evening city spread out, yet she noticed neither the twinkling lights nor the bustling waiters. Her entire world had shrunk […]
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— What’s that? — I stopped halfway to the station, listening carefully. Crying came from the left — quiet but persistent. The February wind tickled my neck and flapped the edge of my coat. I turned toward the railway, where against the white snow, a dark abandoned switchman’s hut stood out. A bundle lay right […]
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Natalya, a woman of respectable age, as always, opened her eyes long before dawn — when the sun hadn’t even thought of appearing on the horizon yet. For many decades, she was used to greeting the morning first: in the village, you simply cannot relax. Laziness doesn’t go unnoticed here — whether it’s milking the […]
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