At first, Genka thought his mother had just gained some weight. Though in a strange way. Her waist had suddenly rounded, while otherwise she looked the same.

At first, Genka thought his mother had simply gained weight. Though in a strange way. Her waist had suddenly rounded out, while the rest of her looked the same as before. It felt awkward to ask—what if his mom took offense? His father kept quiet, gazing at her with tenderness, and Genka pretended he hadn’t […]

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— “I’m not going to keep going to your mother’s place and helping her just so she can pour dirt on me in return! And I don’t care that she’s old and ill.”

— “Olya, we need to go to Mom’s this weekend. She’s feeling bad again and asked for help,” Sergey’s voice, as he walked into the kitchen, was his usual carefree tone. He tossed his keys into the wicker basket on the shelf; the jingle of metal was as ordinary as the ticking of the wall […]

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“No one is going to eat your pies,” my mother-in-law hissed. A year later she saw a line outside my restaurant—and her husband was in it too.

— “And what is this nonsense?” My mother-in-law’s voice, Raisa Igorievna’s, landed like a slap, even though it was quiet. She stood on the threshold of my kitchen like an inspector, arms crossed, thin lips pressed tight. I had just pulled a baking sheet out of the oven. The air filled with the aroma of […]

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No one needs your cakes,’ her husband shouted as he threw her out of the house. A year later, after seeing the line outside her pastry shop, he came to ask her for a loan.

“Get lost,” he hissed, shoving her out the door. The final push between her shoulder blades was his irritation over losing the argument about where to go on vacation. An argument in which she’d dared to have her own opinion. “And take your stupid toys with you.” The box of pastry tools—her treasure—flew after her […]

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— “They left twins on my doorstep; I raised them as my own, and sixteen years later a parcel arrived with a suitcase of money and a letter.”

The gate’s creak sliced through the frosty air. Not the usual kind—the one when her husband comes back from the apiary—but a different one: hurried and guilty. Anna set aside her knitting and looked out the window. No one. Only snow, lazily swirling in the lamplight. “Vanya, can you check?” she called deeper into the […]

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