Natasha came home earlier than usual and, taking off her coat in the hallway, heard Kirill talking to someone on the phone in the kitchen. His voice sounded soft and quiet, and Natasha involuntarily stopped to listen. “Yes, I got you, I’ll confirm tomorrow,” her husband said calmly. “Yeah, I’m glad too. See you.” Kirill […]
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Alla Sergeyevna slowly came to herself, feeling the heavy weight of fatigue settling on her shoulders. Her head was pounding, her eyelids felt like lead. She heard the children closing the door—carefully, trying not to make noise. It was strange because usually they came and went loudly, as if deliberately emphasizing their presence. But today […]
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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,” […]
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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 […]
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