— Vera, hi. Mom called. Her violets are dying completely — they urgently need to be repotted. Go visit her, help out, okay? You always manage plants so well. The kitchen was filled with the thick, warm aroma of fried onions and carrots — homey, cozy, as if inviting to forget everything else. But this […]
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Girls, my dear ones, hello! I warmly greet you all! I want to share with you a story — recent, but so vivid that it seems it will stay with me for life. A story about how sometimes a single act, done calmly and cold-bloodedly, can speak louder than any scandal or shout. And you […]
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Evening flooded the kitchen with warm, thick light, like spilled honey slowly dripping down dusty windows. The room was simple but impeccably clean, shining after cleaning. The air carried the scents of yesterday’s borscht and something childlike—a mix of paper, pencils, and innocence. Margarita, a thirty-four-year-old woman with a tired gaze and a slight shadow […]
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Everyone in the room was laughing—except her. Laughter echoed off the walls of the dojo, sharp and mocking. A man in a white kimono leaned forward laughing and, without hiding his contempt, pointed a finger at her: “Come on, try it! Show us what you’re made of!” She stood still, as if rooted to the […]
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