Mikhail sat at the table, buried in a pile of papers, frowning. How did his father keep all this in his mind? If Mikhail had to process all that these numbers represented, through his mind, nerves, and heart, he too wouldn’t be looking at them like a student glancing at notes for a class he’d […]
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Mom has some sort of secret from me,» Katya told her husband right after the wedding. «And I don’t look like my father at all. He doesn’t love me. And I kind of…» It was true. Katya couldn’t help herself. As long as she could remember, she knew her father, Mikhail. And he wasn’t exactly […]
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Are you my real mother?» I asked in a trembling voice, examining the locket. «No, dear. I’m just the one who knows the truth,» the woman in black dissolved into the crowd, leaving only the echo of a mystery behind. Mornings at the train station always started the same way—with the smell of fresh pastries […]
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Lord, he’s screaming again. It’s been the third night already… «Quiet, darling, quiet. They will hear us.» The old apartment greeted me with the smell of lavender and antiquities. A typical museum of the Soviet era—carpets on the walls, crystal in the cabinet, and photographs, photographs, photographs. Honestly, I was a bit intimidated as I […]
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