When I walked into the restaurant in a terrycloth robe the color of fresh carrots and house slippers with pink pom-poms, the waiter didn’t believe at first that I was the birthday boy’s wife. I swear I saw his eye twitch as he tried to figure out whether I was a lunatic or this was […]
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A Nanny for the Billionaire’s Triplets All of Manhattan knew the legend of the Harrington triplets. Three six-year-old boys—Liam, Noah, and Oliver—had become famous for managing to drive away any nanny, governess, or housekeeper who dared to take the job. Their pranks had long since turned into near-urban folklore: food “battles,” doors slammed right in […]
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Natalya was wiping dust off the coffee table when she heard a familiar crunch. She lifted her head and froze. On the dark surface she had just cleaned, trash had reappeared. Sunflower seed shells. She glanced at the sofa, where Inga, her sister-in-law, sprawled. — Inga, maybe stop making a mess? — Natalya’s voice trembled […]
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Zinaida snapped the MacBook lid shut with such ferocity it was as if the laptop were to blame for all her troubles. It had been a rotten day. The client had changed the spec three times, and the doctor on the phone hinted at increasing her medication. As if she weren’t already a walking pharmacy. […]
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While cleaning the house of a wealthy lady, a cleaner accidentally came upon an old locket and a photograph—items that had belonged to her long-deceased grandmother. “Of course, I should have known better than to let the likes of you into my house! Next you’ll be hauling off the walls!” sneered Snezhana Olegovna, her lips […]
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Life in the village of Orekhovo was like an old, sun-faded photograph—achingly familiar, washed-out, but no less dear to the heart for it. For Alisa, this little world, tucked away among endless fields and whispering forests, was both cradle and cage. She grew up to the accompaniment of cows’ lowing and the morning clatter of […]
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When Irina walked into the hallway, the air smelled of tobacco. The light in the corridor wasn’t on—the bulb that Andrey had promised to replace a week ago was still dead. She fumbled for the lamp in the living room, switched it on, and saw her husband sitting on the couch with a weary face […]
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Yana turned the key in the lock and let out a sigh of relief. Finally home. Behind her was another exhausting day at the office, where clients demanded the impossible and management pressed with deadlines. Her two-room apartment greeted her with its usual order and silence—everything lay exactly where it was supposed to. She kicked […]
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Svetlana stood in the middle of the room. Her three-room apartment. Years of hardship and saving. All her efforts had finally paid off. — Daughter, why are you just standing there? — her mother entered with a bucket and mop. — Let’s start cleaning before your father brings the wallpaper. — Mom, I just… — […]
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Ksenia sat on the floor among the cardboard boxes, holding the keys to her very own apartment. Twenty-six years of life, and finally, she had a place of her own. “I can’t believe this is mine,” Ksenia whispered, looking around the empty room. Sunlight poured through the large windows. After years of renting tiny corners, […]
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