“Your mortgage has wrung us dry! So get ready — we’re selling the apartment, and you can go figure out where you’ll live,” Igor snapped.

“You do realize we’re going to have to live like roommates now?” Lena threw the words over her shoulder without even looking at Igor. He stood by the window, fidgeting with a pack of cigarettes even though he’d quit a year ago. The cigarettes were old and crumpled, like they’d been saved “for a rainy […]

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I found a little girl by the railroad tracks, raised her, but after 25 years her relatives appeared.

  — 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 […]

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