Nastya and the Other “Lady of the House” The Door That Won’t Close Nastya was tired. Not so much from work, or the renovation, or daily routine, but from this invisible intrusion that had gone on far too long. In her own apartment she felt like a guest—and all because of one person. Or rather, […]
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Hello, darling! I’ve got a big surprise for you! Make your signature dish for dinner tonight! “What happened?” Svetlana grew uneasy. “Everything’s wonderful! I’ll tell you this evening!” The call ended, and the woman looked doubtfully out the window. It was a raw, damp October. Her husband’s call didn’t lift her spirits—over twenty-five years of […]
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“‘You must watch the kids!’ — a new duty imposed by the mother-in-law ‘Where are you?! I’m standing at your door with the kids! Mom said you’re obligated to let us in!’ ‘We’ve left,’ Yegor replied curtly. ‘We’ll be out of town for a whole week.’ ‘How could you?!’ Kristina squealed. ‘Mom’s blood pressure is […]
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“Recognize me?” — the voice on the line was nauseatingly familiar. Soft, insinuating — the very one that once promised forever. I stayed silent, staring at the frost patterns on the windowpane. A call from my ex-husband, Dmitry, after two years of almost complete oblivion — that’s never a good sign. It’s always the prelude […]
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Maksim slammed the refrigerator door and turned to his wife with a disgruntled look. “Yelena, what are these sausages for three hundred rubles a kilo? Have you lost your mind?” Yelena froze by the stove, continuing to stir the contents of the frying pan. Her fingers gripped the wooden spatula more tightly. “Maksim, there weren’t […]
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When Fyodor and Tasya got their marriage registered, there was nothing special about their life. No wealthy relatives, no dowry—just a tiny one-room apartment with peeling wallpaper and a creaky sofa that barely fit the two of them. But to Tasya, all that seemed like funny little trifles. She believed—they had everything ahead of them. […]
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Natasha hurried home, wrapping herself tighter in her long, warm scarf. Autumn this year was unusually raw: one day a fine drizzle hung in the air, another the wind blew so hard the trees bent, and today it all came down at once. Natasha was coming back from the institute. Her bag dragged on her […]
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