— Dash, I wanted to talk, — Semyon started cautiously as soon as she stepped over the apartment threshold. He stood in the middle of the hallway, shifting from foot to foot, and his look — guilty yet filled with some inappropriate determination — immediately stirred a dull irritation in Darya. She silently took off […]
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“Ir, how much longer?” Kirill’s deliberately calm voice, though tinged with barely concealed nervous trembling, cut through the cozy evening silence. Irina, sitting in a deep armchair under the floor lamp, didn’t immediately lift her eyes from the stack of bills and advertising brochures she had just taken out of the mailbox and was sorting […]
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— Olya, get ready, we’re going to the dacha for the weekend!Stas’s voice, cheerful and exaggeratedly happy, burst into the kitchen along with him. Olya, stirring the sauté for the soup in the pan, turned around. A sincere, anticipatory smile bloomed on her face. The workweek had been tough, and the prospect of leaving the […]
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— Nastya, I need to have a serious talk with you! — Vadim began. — I need you to just listen to me first and most importantly, don’t interrupt… — About what? — his wife asked. — Did something happen? — Well, I just asked you not to interrupt! And you immediately interrupted me! — […]
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Exactly at ten in the morning, as on every weekday, Zoya Filippovna entered through the glass doors of the office building — a woman with a soft but tired gaze, wearing an old but neatly ironed coverall. Her appearance was always unobtrusive, like a shadow gliding down the corridor, but today, this day seemed destined […]
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In the very heart of the city, among noisy streets and towering concrete giants, stood one of the most prestigious and respected hospitals — a medical temple where every corridor breathed professionalism, and the walls held thousands of stories of recovery and loss. The clinic was renowned for its advanced equipment, top-class specialists, and impeccable […]
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— 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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