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Olga Petrovna was sitting at a table in a café, waiting for her long-time friend. As usual, her friend was late, and Olga, bored, was observing the other visitors. Her gaze wandered around the room, and she tensed up: her son, Anton, had entered the café, unaware of anyone around him. He was escorting some […]

Svetlana Petrovna stood by the half-open door, trying not to make a sound so as not to disturb the quiet of the moment. She cautiously watched her son—Sasha, who, in a light suit and bow tie, looked like a movie hero. His friends were helping him finish his look, and he remained calm, confident, almost […]

— They didn’t come to visit their dying father just because they didn’t want to see me, — my daughters told me. — We’ve hated you since childhood! It’s your fault that Dad is no longer here! — Grisha, how can you not understand… we are strangers to our own children, — I cried. — […]

My name is Tamara Alexeyevna. I am seventy-four years old. I used to have a full life: a loving husband, a beloved job, a warm home, and three children. But ten years ago, my husband passed away—his heart couldn’t take it. After he left, the house became empty, and I became unwanted. The children started […]

Lena found out about her husband’s departure by accident. She came home early and caught her husband in an unusual activity: for the first time, he was packing his own bag. Elena entered the room and quietly watched for a few seconds as he struggled to fold a t-shirt and shorts. He was failing miserably, […]

Lena found out about her husband’s departure by accident. She came home early and caught her husband in an unusual activity: for the first time, he was packing his own bag. Elena entered the room and quietly watched for a few seconds as he struggled to fold a t-shirt and shorts. He was failing miserably, […]

Anna turned on the kettle and absentmindedly looked out the window. The spring outside was too cheerful for her mood. Someone was honking near the house, most likely Valentina Petrovna from the third floor, whose brake pedal and horn were connected by a single nerve. The air smelled of fried onions and children’s screams. The […]

The silence descended, but something sinister lurked beneath it. «How much longer is this going to go on?» Liza threw a towel on the table. «I came home an hour ago and haven’t even had time to change!» «What are you starting again?» Andrey stood in the doorway, blocking the way. «Mom just popped by […]