Tatyana Alexandrovna struggled to understand what exactly she had been given. That day, her son-in-law had invited her simply for a «visit,» supposedly for a barbecue. Only when the fragrant smoke started to rise from the grill, and the meat began to sizzle, did Oleg casually hand her a set of keys. At first, she […]
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The squeak was sharp, almost painful—like the door didn’t open but groaned, revealing age and resentment. Agrafena Tikhonovna flinched, although she had long been ready: she turned the key twice, stood for a moment by the gap, as though waiting for an answer. Not from the door—but from her very heart, where something heavy suddenly […]
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«Alyna, don’t plan anything for Saturday…” her husband, Ivan Petrovich, pushed his plate aside and, without looking at his wife, added: “I’ve invited some colleagues. We’ll show them the new house. We’ll have a housewarming.” Alyna, standing by the stove, turned around and looked at her husband in surprise. “Colleagues? To our house? You’ve decided […]
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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 […]
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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 […]
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— 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. — […]
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