Elena carefully stirred the sauce when the lady of the house peeked into the kitchen. Svetlana paused at the threshold, scanning the room with a critical eye, then grimaced in displeasure. “Why is it so stuffy here? You need to air out more often,” said Svetlana, adjusting her perfectly styled hair. “And this smell… What […]
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Marina observed her son, Ilya, as he tried on his new suit. He was tall and dark-haired, and seeing him dressed so elegantly made it hit home: her boy was getting married tomorrow. Ilya examined his reflection, pleased with the impeccable fit of his attire. “It’s quite the stylish suit,” Ilya commented, admiring the rich […]
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Veronika slowly lowered the cup of cooling coffee. Her fingers, adorned with rings—gifts from her husband over twenty years of marriage—trembled slightly. Through the vast panoramic window of the Bellagio restaurant, the view of the evening city spread out, yet she noticed neither the twinkling lights nor the bustling waiters. Her entire world had shrunk […]
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— 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 right […]
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Natalya, a woman of respectable age, as always, opened her eyes long before dawn — when the sun hadn’t even thought of appearing on the horizon yet. For many decades, she was used to greeting the morning first: in the village, you simply cannot relax. Laziness doesn’t go unnoticed here — whether it’s milking the […]
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Dasha? What are you doing here?» Svetlana was so shocked she could barely speak. Thoughts were spinning in her head, and jealousy and resentment were boiling in her soul. Why were they doing this to her? Hadn’t she loved her husband? Was she a bad wife and mother to their son? But what happened next […]
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Hello,” Katya answered in a trembling voice. She couldn’t stand nighttime calls from unknown numbers — she always sensed something bad in them. Such calls had come only twice in her life: the first time when her mother died, the second when her husband, Nikita, passed away. “Ekaterina?” A wave of ice swept through her […]
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I never thought that at 62 I would become something like a savior. And I certainly could not have imagined that this incident would change my life so much and fill it with new meaning. That late September day was unusually warm and sunny. Autumn was already leaving its first leaves on the asphalt, smelling […]
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Valentina woke up to silence. Strange how quickly you get used to loneliness at fifty-eight. For thirty-five years, every morning began with Peter’s grumbling: the coffee wasn’t strong enough, or the shirt wasn’t perfectly ironed. And now — silence, piercing and cold, like the wind outside the rented room’s window. She slowly got up from […]
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The day passed as usual. Christina was about to finish work when her phone rang — it was her worried husband: Where are you? How much longer? Come on, hurry up, I’m waiting for you. Without giving any explanations, Nikita hung up. Christina began to worry and called a taxi to get home faster. At […]
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