— “You are way too poor for our circle,” said my sister-in-law, not knowing that I had bought the company where she works as a secretary.

— Misha, tell your wife to turn the music down, — his sister Marina’s voice barely hid her irritation. — Mom’s got a headache because of your… well, how do you call it… avant-garde. I lowered the volume. Not because Marina asked me to, but because of my mother-in-law, who was already pressing a finger […]

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— “You are obliged to support my mother until the end of her life,” — ordered the husband, unaware that his mother had long ago decided to deprive him of the inheritance.

Lena carefully moved the tiny vase with a sprig of gypsophila to the center of the table so that nothing would block her view of her mother-in-law’s face. The café was quiet, almost like a temple, and even the sounds were muffled — as if it was forbidden to speak loudly or express emotions too […]

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