The court was scheduled for Tuesday. Ulyana didn’t say a word about it, but Kostya could see she was nervous: she fiddled with the beads on her bracelet, bit her thin chapped lips, drank too much coffee. She didn’t ask him for anything, so it was pointless when her mother said Ulyana was using him […]
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She had to grow up early — at twelve years, six months, and three days. Not on the day her mother died, but earlier: her mother was hospitalized, and her father said that Yana was now the eldest. That she must take her brothers to kindergarten, pick them up, cook lunch, and generally do everything […]
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Natalya looked at the documents calmly. For some reason, there was no anger either. “So, you’ve really decided?” Vladimir looked at his wife with barely concealed irritation. “And what now? How are we going to divide things?” Natalya raised her eyes. There were no tears, no pleas—only determination that had appeared after a sleepless night […]
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Tamara Petrovna was carefully wiping an old porcelain cup — a gift from her late husband. Every movement, every swipe of the cloth was like a ritual. The house smelled of pies, and that familiar aroma seemed to confirm: everything here was hers, everything rightfully belonged to her. Sixty-seven years of life, forty of them […]
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