— Is there nothing else?” Oleg grimaced when a plate of buckwheat porridge with two sausages was placed before him. “I don’t eat buckwheat. You know that, brother.

— Is there nothing else? — Oleg grimaced when a plate with buckwheat porridge and two sausages was placed in front of him. — I don’t eat buckwheat. You know that, brother. — What would you like me to cook? — Inna’s voice turned sharp. — Well… I’d like some meat, of course, but chicken […]

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Grandma Shura, the Witch’s Granddaughter. The House at the Edge of the Village, Feared by Day, Sought for Salvation by Night

Grandmother Alexandra’s house, whom the villagers simply and familiarly called Shura, was avoided by day from afar. Not that anyone saw evil or black magic in her, but among the people, as usual, they loved to believe in omens — especially in old times. Strange things were said about her, whispered behind gates, near the […]

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— Lena can’t do without a car anymore. She needs to go to training, then to her internship. And you’re just sitting at home all the time, the car is going to waste.

— Lena can’t go without a car anymore. She needs to get to training, then to her internship. And you’re just sitting at home now, the car is going unused. Arina at first didn’t believe it and, frowning, asked again: — Why should I give my car to Lena? — Arina, you’re a mother now. […]

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After serving his sentence, the man learned that the family of the person whose life he had taken was now living in poverty, and he decided to support them.

“Son!” Vera Antonovna exclaimed, suddenly freezing at the doorway of her apartment. Her eyes widened with amazement and joy, her hands rose like birds ready to take flight. She rushed to her son, who had just come in, leaving the door slightly ajar, as if unable to believe her own eyes. “You really scared me! […]

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