Yulia stepped into the apartment and, the moment she crossed the threshold, felt the weight of exhaustion settle onto her shoulders like a heavy cloak she couldn’t shake off. In her hands she clutched a bag of groceries — ordinary, everyday items, just like this evening, which seemed as though it should have passed in […]
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“— Olechka, you can’t do that—she’s your own mother, after all…” “— Mother?! That word doesn’t suit her at all! Please remember this: I don’t have a mother. I don’t. She died in childbirth.” “— Olya…” gasped Sofya Borisovna. “What terrible things you’re saying!” But Olya was already striding into the hall to go home. […]
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— “Well, we ought to help her!” the husband urged. — “We ought to. Only I honestly don’t feel like it,” Inna said. Her husband Semyon looked reproachfully at his wife but said nothing. He knew his mother and his wife didn’t much like each other; to be frank, they barely tolerated one another, maintaining […]
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“Well then, mommy, ready to meet daddy?” the nurse smiled, handing me a tightly swaddled bundle. “Look—everyone’s already gathered under the windows with flowers.” I nodded, pressing my son to me. His tiny face was serious, almost frowning. My boy. Our boy—Oleg’s and mine. I went to the window, searching for my husband’s familiar car, […]
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