Irina stood at the kitchen window, watching October leaves whirl in the air before dropping onto the wet asphalt. Ten-year-old Katya was fussing with her homework at the table, glancing at her mother now and then in the hope of getting help with math. “Mom, how do I solve this one?” the girl asked, pointing […]
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— Egor, don’t forget—my mom’s birthday is tomorrow. He waved her off without taking his eyes from the laptop screen, where graphs and tables flickered. The gesture wasn’t so much rude as automatic, like someone swatting away a pesky fly. — Nastya, I remember everything. Don’t start. I told you—I remember. She kept quiet, pretending […]
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The apartment door creaked open at half past ten at night. Marina stopped in the entryway, slipping the heavy bag from her shoulder. Her legs hummed after a twelve-hour shift at the hospital—today had been especially hard. Three emergency admissions, endless tests, one discharge after another… And at home—laughter, clattering dishes, and that nasty smell […]
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I remember that day down to the smallest details: the way a ray of sunlight fell on the white walls of the doctor’s office, the creak of the chair when I tried to stand on trembling legs. The way Dr. Petrova looked at me with concern but without pity—exactly what I needed at that moment. […]
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