Svetlana cautiously closed the door to the room. She felt an overwhelming pity for her husband. Lately, he had been so exhausted that he would fall asleep on his feet. And even now—as he rushed home from work, quickly swallowed a bowl of “navy-style” pasta, and collapsed onto the sofa—he managed only to say: — […]
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Mom always said that Raisa and Irina met before they were even born, because Tamara Vasilievna was friends with Irina’s mother, and it so happened that both became pregnant almost at the same time. Of course, Tamara Vasilievna and her friend dreamed that their children would definitely be friends. And if it had been a […]
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I sat in the kitchen, mechanically stirring tea that had long since cooled. The old clock on the wall ticked away, its steady sound a monotonous reminder—it’s been a month since I’ve been alone. A month since Viktor packed his things and left. Left her. Left Larisa from the third floor. —Galya, understand, it’s better […]
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Sonya wearily climbed the stairs, dragging a suitcase behind her. Two weeks of business trips in Novosibirsk had completely worn her out, and now she dreamed of nothing but one thing – collapsing into her bed and sleeping for about twelve hours. The jangling of keys, the turning of a lock – and suddenly her […]
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