— Marina, I can’t. Understand, I’m not able to be with a person who… is disabled. Artyom said this almost in a whisper, not looking at her, but at the wheelchair standing nearby — someone else’s, hateful. He looked at it like a beast that had torn apart their future. Marina sat silently, the white […]
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“Be careful with your words,” Angela said, addressing her husband without taking her eyes off the glass of champagne she slowly turned in her hands. Denis smiled — finally, his wife was paying attention to him. All evening she seemed not to notice his presence, even though he was the reason for the celebration. “I’m […]
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The mirror in the bedroom reflected a familiar scene: I was adjusting the folds of a modest gray dress that I had bought three years ago at an ordinary store. Dmitry stood nearby, fastening the cufflinks on his snow-white shirt — Italian, as he never tired of emphasizing at every opportunity. “Are you ready?” he […]
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Yulia threw a jacket right over her home T-shirt and slung her bag over her shoulder. In the taxi, she looked out the window, clutching a pack of marshmallows from Voronezh — Sergey liked exactly those, in the pink packaging. She just wanted to come in, hug him, surprise him. She missed him. The hearing […]
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