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— “Varvara Nikitichna, I’ve got everything ready, really. You don’t need to bring anything.” Vera pinned the phone between her shoulder and ear and kept slicing cucumbers for the salad. It was eleven in the morning; there were eight hours left until the guests arrived, and her mother-in-law had already called for the third time […]

— The potatoes turned out especially good today. Just like in childhood,” Stas said, spearing a golden slice with his fork and popping it into his mouth with relish, his eyes closing in satisfaction. “And these cutlets of yours… pure magic.” Lena smiled—not the tired, automatic smile after a long workday, but a genuinely warm […]

— Come on, Lyuda, it’s an anniversary. Sixty years— a big, round date. Mom will be upset if we don’t come,” Stas said in a coaxing, almost pleading voice. He stood leaning against the doorframe, watching his wife methodically run the iron over his shirt. Ludmila didn’t answer. The room was filled with damp warmth […]

“…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 […]

Alice had always dreamed of having her own dacha. Not the kind you inherit along with someone else’s memories and worn-out furniture, but one that was truly hers—where she would hammer in every nail herself, where she would know the story of every tree and every bush. She bought the plot three years before the […]

December crashed down on the city unexpectedly early—already in the first days the shop windows of the malls lit up with garlands, and the air smelled of pine needles and tangerines. Marina was walking through the passageway between office buildings, and that pre–New Year bustle felt like a mockery. In her bag lay the payroll […]

“Olga, stop pretending to be a saint!” he snapped harshly. “You live alone in a three-room apartment, while your sister and my son are crammed into a one-room place. Where’s the fairness?” “Maxim is right,” Marina spoke up from the couch, clutching two-year-old Vitya to her. “Olya, you know it’s tight for us. A child […]

Just a little more,” Inga whispered—whether to herself or to the old shoebox from her winter boots that she was reverently pulling down from the top shelf. Her lips stretched into a smile all on their own. It was her monthly ritual, her small sacred ceremony. Counting the money calmed her better than any meditation. […]

— “By the way, I never told you. My folks are coming next week. For about a week.” The words dropped into the kitchen like heavy, dirty stones into a clear stream. Irina froze, her hand holding the carton of milk suspended halfway to the refrigerator. The crinkle of the paper carton against the countertop, […]

— I’m not your son’s servant, and I’m not a punching bag! If you can’t explain to that thick-headed sixteen-year-old that he’s not allowed to talk to me like that, then I’m not cooking for him anymore, and I’m not cleaning up after him either! Let him live in a pigsty and feed himself, since […]