Alyosha was skiing early in the_busy forest park one morning when he suddenly heard: “Help! People, help!” He stopped, listened, and hurried toward the pleading voice, straight through the snowdrifts. He hadn’t gone far. Nearby there was a pedestrian path, and on it lay an elderly woman. She was trying to get up, leaning […]
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The Crocodile Handbag Saturday turned out quiet. A fine drizzle streamed down the windowpanes in uneven trails, and the apartment smelled of freshly brewed tea and that special Saturday hush when you can finally relax after a workweek. Nika settled into the old armchair—the very one they’d inherited from Grandma, with its sagging seat […]
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Anastasia was in her third year at the Faculty of Economics when she met Igor. The guy worked as a courier for a transport company, earning thirty-five thousand, but he dreamed of more. He said he would soon find something serious, decently paid. Nastya believed him because she loved him. They had a modest wedding, […]
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— “Dusty, Darina. I taught you that you need to start cleaning from the top down. First wipe the cabinets, then the shelves, and only then do the floor.” Galina Viktorovna’s voice—level and devoid of emotion—cut through the silence of the entryway. Her index finger, crowned with an impeccable manicure, slowly drew a line across […]
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“…The potatoes turned out especially good today. Just like when I was a kid,” Stas said, spearing a golden-brown slice with his fork and popping it into his mouth with obvious pleasure, eyes closing in satisfaction. “And these cutlets of yours… pure magic.” Lena smiled—not the tired, automatic smile people wear after a workday, but […]
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“Sir, please help us—we’re lost!” the children anxiously called out to Viktor Alexeyevich, having no idea how it might all end. Viktor Alexeyevich had known this forest since childhood. His family used to come here to pick mushrooms and berries, and years later he still kept that tradition. The woods reminded him of happy times—when […]
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I always thought betrayal was something loud, theatrical. Like in the movies: shattered dishes, shouting, a slamming door. In my life it arrived on tiptoe, in the silence of an empty house that smelled of apple pie and broken hopes. That day, as usual, I was waiting for Viktor to come home for dinner. For […]
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“I’m Filing For Divorce,” Natasha Announced. “You’re Hilarious,” Her Husband Snorted. 03.11.2025admin Natasha clenched the phone in her hand, staring at the message from her husband: “Mom is coming tomorrow at 10 a.m. Clean the apartment, especially the kitchen. Last time she found crumbs under the fridge.” She took a deep breath. Today had been […]
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That evening was woven from silence and autumn chill. Anna, who had stayed late at the library finishing the annual reports before a strict inspection, was walking the short way home through the park. The air was thick and damp, smelling of damp leaves, smoke from distant chimneys, and something bitter-spicy that late October […]
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Alina stared at the WhatsApp invitation for a long time. “Let’s meet like adults. Talk. No drama. Dimka.” She wanted to delete the message. Everything had already been decided: divorce, division of property, her apartment would remain with her — thankfully, the paperwork was in order. But something twinged inside. Maybe he really did […]
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