This is our house, what rights do you have here?” my mother-in-law jumped up when the notary refused to process the paperwork.

Nadezhda, dear, I asked you not to touch those documents!” my mother-in-law’s voice sounded unexpectedly sharp when I picked up the folder from the table. Svetlana Ivanovna was standing in the doorway of the study, and her usually friendly face twisted in an irritated grimace. She quickly walked over and literally snatched the folder out […]

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You took out a loan to fund your relatives’ dreams? I’m not taking part in this circus—don’t count on me,” the wife declared.

  A July evening in the two-room apartment on Stroiteley Street was especially stifling. Irina sat in an armchair by the window, turning over in her mind the events of the past few weeks. A thirty-five-year-old elementary school teacher, she had always been observant and good at noticing details that slipped past others. Those traits […]

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At her anniversary party, my mother-in-law suddenly demanded that I give back the gold earrings she had given me for my wedding

  “Earrings!” her mother-in-law snapped. “The ones I gave you for the wedding. Take them off right now.” “Lyudmila Borisovna, I… I don’t understand,” Kristina began. “Why are you—” “Just take them off,” the woman cut her short. “They’re my earrings. I changed my mind about giving them to you. And I want them back.” […]

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“Get the child out of here—there’s no place for poor moms in our restaurant,” the hostess hissed while I was dialing the restaurant owner’s number.

  I stood at the entrance to the restaurant, holding my daughter’s hand. Kira was tired after the clinic, cranky, and hungry. We had just gone in for her vaccination, and I had promised her something tasty afterward. The restaurant was nearby, and I also wanted to check how things were going there. I hadn’t […]

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— Wow, you set a whole table for us, — my husband’s sister brazenly walked into the living room, but I stood my ground.

Candles. Definitely candles. I placed them all over the table, trying to create that very atmosphere I’d been dreaming about all year. A white tablecloth, crystal glasses we’d received as a wedding gift and never once used, a bouquet of white roses in the center. Everything had to be perfect. My birthday—December twenty-third—always got lost […]

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My 89-Year-Old Stepfather Lived with Us for 20 Years Without Spending a Single Penny. And After His Death, the Lawyer Said: “He Left You Everything — Even What You Didn’t Know About.”

  When I got married at thirty, I didn’t have a penny to my name. No, I wasn’t poor—I just had no savings, no inheritance, no financial cushion. My wife, Anna, came from the same kind of family, where every kopek was accounted for. Her only close relative was her father, a quiet, taciturn man […]

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