— If my cooking is so awful for you, why are you throwing a tantrum? Cook for yourself! You’ve got your signature sandwich, haven’t you? Go on then—choke on it!

— That sour stuff again? Len, are you pouring vinegar into the borscht or what? I’ve told you a hundred times—my mother’s was sweet, rich. And this? Beet water. And sour, too.” Pavel pushed the plate away with disgust, and the scrape of china against the tablecloth cut Lena more sharply than any shout. She […]

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Everything we acquired in marriage is in my mother’s name, so we won’t be dividing anything,” he said, not imagining what lay ahead.

  When Fyodor and Tasya got their marriage registered, there was nothing special about their life. No wealthy relatives, no dowry—just a tiny one-room apartment with peeling wallpaper and a creaky sofa that barely fit the two of them. But to Tasya, all that seemed like funny little trifles. She believed—they had everything ahead of […]

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