My name is Svetlana, but everyone just calls me Sveta. I am twenty-six years old. And even now, despite the years, I cannot forgive my mother. Not because she was cruel or indifferent—quite the opposite. She did what she believed was right, protecting me and our family. But it was her choice that left a […]
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“Look at her! How beautiful she is!” I exclaimed, holding the warm little body of our newborn daughter close to me. Lizochka lay wrapped in a soft blanket, curled up like a tiny bundle of life, quietly breathing. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. At that moment, the world narrowed down for me to […]
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The clink of crystal shattered the silence of the kitchen. Marina slowly lowered her hands into the sink, feeling the shards of the glass—gifted on their twentieth wedding anniversary—pierce the pads of her fingers. “Are you ready to go?” Her voice sounded unusually even, as if it belonged to someone else. Vladimir stood frozen in […]
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“Do you even see yourself from the outside?” Oleg’s voice cracked, but it wasn’t anger — it was hurt, almost like a complaint. “You stand there, silent. Can’t squeeze out a word. So I’m supposed to be to blame for everything?” Anna stood by the window, her hands clenched tightly in the pockets of an […]
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— You decided to buy Mom an apartment? — Alisa looked at her husband with confusion. He was sitting at the kitchen table, wearing a somewhat guilty expression. Kolya nodded, avoiding her gaze. — Yes, I decided. She’s just a million short, and we’ve almost saved that much. — What do you mean, “decided”? — […]
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Katya moved into her new apartment a week ago. And for almost the entire week, she didn’t go outside. But how could she, with so much to do? She bought the apartment she could afford. Her grandmother, a kind soul, left her an old dacha and a room in a communal apartment as inheritance. Katya […]
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Exactly three weeks ago, Andrey and I signed the final documents. Our house. Not a mansion, not a luxurious villa outside the city — just a cozy, neat little house with lilacs by the porch, an old wooden fence, and a shady garden. The city noise was left behind, as if we stepped out of […]
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“Marish, come quickly!” Stepan shouted from the garden, and I dropped the half-mixed dough right into the sourdough starter. I rushed out onto the porch — my husband was standing by the old apple tree. And next to him… two small children: a boy and a girl. They were sitting in the grass between the […]
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