— Lena can’t go without a car anymore. She needs to get to training, then to her internship. And you’re just sitting at home now, the car is going unused. Arina at first didn’t believe it and, frowning, asked again: — Why should I give my car to Lena? — Arina, you’re a mother now. […]
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— And who said I gave permission to rearrange the furniture in my apartment? — Natasha finally snapped. — And who’s going to forbid it? You? — her mother-in-law laughed. Natasha pressed her hospital card to her chest, as if trying to hide her diagnosis from prying eyes. The clinic corridor was noisy, but she […]
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“Son!” Vera Antonovna exclaimed, suddenly freezing at the doorway of her apartment. Her eyes widened with amazement and joy, her hands rose like birds ready to take flight. She rushed to her son, who had just come in, leaving the door slightly ajar, as if unable to believe her own eyes. “You really scared me! […]
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Marina, sitting on the wide windowsill, gazed thoughtfully into the distance, where behind the gray rooftops the sunset hid, tinted with dull shades of melancholy. Thoughts swirled in her head like a whirlwind, giving her no peace. School was almost over — inevitable, just like what would come after: something uncertain, hazy, like smoke that […]
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Vasily Sergeyevich, sitting in his office, heard the insistent ringing of his mobile phone coming from the inner pocket of his jacket for the third time. He was beginning to lose patience—the meeting was dragging on, questions were piling up, and the ringing just wouldn’t stop. Finally, realizing that the call was probably not work-related, […]
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Margarita Vasilievna, with a quiet rustle as her cane tapped against the stones of the pavement, once again confirmed that the door behind her was tightly locked. Trying not to hurry, she began her journey — carefully, step by step, listening to the sound of each touch of her cane’s tip on the cobblestones. The […]
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Vladimir climbed out of the car that had stopped right at the doorstep of his childhood home — the very place where he had grown up, where his first words were spoken, where he first learned to balance on two feet. He slowly lifted his eyes and looked at the windows. Warm light filtered through […]
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“Divorce,” I said thoughtfully, looking out the window. “What?!” came a sharp voice behind me. I slowly turned around and smiled at my stunned husband. “I want a divorce, Maksim.” He shifted his gaze to his mother. Tatyana Stepanovna, who had been eavesdropping by the door, immediately clutched her chest and dramatically collapsed onto the […]
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“Katya, where is my blue tie?” Dmitry shouted from the bedroom. Ekaterina was standing in the kitchen, stirring oatmeal. Seven years of marriage, and every morning felt like Groundhog Day. He rushed off to the office chasing success and money, while she stayed between the stove and the washing machine. “In the closet on the […]
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Mikhail was walking down a narrow, shady alley, holding the phone to his ear and breaking into a broad, almost boyish smile. The sun slipped between the trees, caressing his face, while something warm and familiar sang inside his soul—as if time had taken a step back, and he was once again that carefree age […]
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