— “Here’s how it’s going to be, Zoyenka.” The voice of Tamara Igorevna, sounding from the kitchen doorway, held not a drop of sentiment; it was more like an order barked at a negligent subordinate than a conversation with a daughter-in-law. Without an invitation she walked into the spacious room flooded with morning sun; her […]
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— “Knock yourself out, Vera Igorevna,” the son-in-law handed her a flat tablet box. “At least you can hang out on Odnoklassniki.” Stanislav Belozyorov smiled his signature condescending smile—the one reserved for children, dogs, and, apparently, mothers-in-law. “Either way, the real internet is off-limits to you, with your… experience.” He didn’t know that Vera Igorevna […]
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“Come in, Marina. Dinner needs to be cooked; the groceries are in a bag in the kitchen. The laundry’s in the basket. Dust the living room too—haven’t had a chance in ages,” the future mother-in-law rattled off, then casually added, “And Vanya and I will watch a movie in the living room in the meantime.” […]
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Lidia had put her daughter Elsa to bed just a couple of minutes ago. She was about to lie down herself and enjoy the quiet of the cozy apartment. But at that moment the doorbell rang. A melodious chime announced a visitor. “Well, so much for that,” the young woman said wryly and went to […]
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Marina reread the document for the third time, unable to believe her eyes. An official letter from the notary’s office lay on her kitchen table beside a half-finished cup of tea. In dry legal language, the letter stated that her brother Viktor had filed a claim to recover from her half of the amount spent […]
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— “Do you have your own car? Or are you planning to rely on Kostya’s?” Nika froze with a glass of juice halfway to her lips. At that moment, Kostya was slicing cheese at the kitchen counter; a slow flush crept over his cheeks. The woman who had just entered the apartment stood in the […]
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