Igor, maybe you should go alone to the meeting?» Svetlana was sitting by the children’s crib. Her son, Pasha, had just woken up, but she hadn’t been able to rest during his nap… Dark circles under her eyes, unkempt hair, tired eyes. It was supposed to be a day off, but in motherhood and care, […]
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The spring sun played in the windows of the country house as Svetlana pulled grocery bags out of the trunk. Denis, her husband, had already taken the first batch of things into the house. The May holidays were traditionally spent at her mother-in-law’s dacha — that was the unwritten rule of the family. «Svetochka, dear, […]
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The dinner I had spent all evening preparing sat untouched, instantly losing all meaning. I slowly lifted my gaze to Andrei, who sat across from me at the kitchen table. Our cozy kitchen, which I had lovingly arranged over the past three years, suddenly felt like a suffocating, cramped roach nest. «Do you seriously think […]
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When Marina Yuryeva gave birth to a son, her husband Igor was stunned. The child, who was supposed to become the new member of their Slavic family, turned out to be dark-skinned, as if he had just arrived from the shores of Africa. «How is this possible?» Igor thought. His bewilderment turned into suspicion and […]
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