Месяц: Май 2025

In the spacious workshop, there was a bustling, businesslike atmosphere. Margarita bent over a complex pattern, carefully sketching the darts on a new designer dress. Ten years of hard work had turned a tiny room with a single sewing machine into a proper workshop with professional equipment and a team of five skilled seamstresses. The […]

Breakfast with a Taste of Betrayal Larisa stood by the stove, poking at the omelet with a spoon, which had long since turned into a soggy rag left out in the rain. The smell of coffee, burnt milk, and something else—an unsettling hint of someone else’s lies—lingered in the air. She frowned. Boris had been […]

Zina stopped in front of the display with upholstered furniture and smiled dreamily: «Slavik, look at this sofa! Can you imagine how it will look in the living room of our new apartment? Leather, comfortable. Let’s at least sit down and try it?» Vyacheslav shrugged irritably: «Zin, how much longer? We just came to buy […]

Call your village mom! Let her come and clean up after me since you’re not capable of handling it yourself.» These words, thrown sharply with a venomous sneer, sliced through the silence of the living room like a whip. Everyone in the room froze in shock. Even Sasha, holding a spoon over a cup of […]

In one of the wards of an expensive private clinic, a young woman was quietly fading away. The doctors moved around her cautiously, as though afraid to disturb death itself. Periodically, they cast worried glances at the monitors, where the vital signs flickered weakly. It was clear to them: even the largest sums of money […]

Karina carefully took the electronic scales out of the box and began setting them up. The new gadget, with its many functions, was quite expensive, but the woman was sure it was worth it. The summer season was just around the corner, so it was time to seriously focus on her figure. With a click […]

Natasha stroked the wooden wall with her palm, feeling the roughness of the old log. This house had witnessed her first steps, her first tears, her first joys. A sturdy, albeit old, village house with a carved porch and a small, well-kept garden had been her sanctuary since childhood. After the death of her grandmother, […]

Kristina took her coat off the hanger and began putting it on. «Why are you always in such a hurry?» her colleague asked. «Masha, you know, Anna Fyodorovna is waiting for me at home,» Kristina replied, turning to her friend. Masha smiled wryly: «You’re strange, Kristina. She’s not even your relative, and her son really […]