When your son buys his own summer house, then you can come for the summer. Until then, you’re not expected here,” Dasha declared to her mother-in-law.

Dasha stood on the porch of her new dacha and took a deep breath of pine-scented air. Finally. Five years of saving, endless talks about loans, arguments with Maxim—and here it was: their very own land. A small but cozy house, a plot with young apple trees, and a view of the lake. A dream. […]

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You’re selfish! Three kids out on the street while you’re sitting in a three-bedroom!” my mother-in-law screamed as I packed his things.

The apartment smelled of freshly brewed coffee and old furniture. Marina remembered that scent from the earliest days of living with Andrei. Back then it had seemed cozy, almost magical—like a promise that everything would be fine. Now it affected her like a red rag to a bull. Especially when the doorbell rang in the […]

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