— Come on, Anya, you’re like a child. My money is mine. Yours is yours. Totally fair, — Dima leaned back on the sofa and laughed loud and heartily. That laugh, which a year ago had seemed genuine and infectious, now clanged in my ears like cheap metal. He looked down at me, and in […]
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— Redo it. I want it on my desk by morning,” my boss Tamara’s voice clanked like a bolt being drawn. She tossed a folder with the report onto my desk. The corner of the pricey leather jabbed unpleasantly into my stack of papers. “Tamara Igorevna, but we submitted this project last week. Everything was […]
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— “So this wreck is all you’ve managed to earn!” — those words lashed at Zhenya the whole way. — “What were you expecting, Zhenka? A happy life? Well done, you got what you deserve!” She dropped her heavy bags and sank onto an old stump. It had all started so well… Or had she […]
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Elizaveta Prokhorovna Vorontsova swept the table with a heavy, all-knowing gaze. Her whole family was gathered. Her son, Vsevolod Prokhorovich, with his wife Larisa. Her daughter, Irina Prokhorovna, with her husband Boris. And Yekaterina Borisovna, her granddaughter Katya—slender as a reed, with quiet, observant eyes that adults mistakenly took for frightened. The air smelled of […]
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Elena Vladimirovna was standing at the stove, stirring soup, when her husband walked into the kitchen and tossed an invitation onto the table. “Your class reunion,” Sergei said without looking up from his phone. “This Saturday.” She glanced at the invitation. Thirty years since graduation. A pretty card with gold lettering. “You’re going, right?” she […]
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Little Alyonka, a four-year-old girl, was studying the “newcomer” who had recently appeared in their courtyard. He was a gray-haired pensioner sitting on a bench. In his hands he held a cane, which he leaned on like a wizard from a fairy tale. Alyonka asked him outright: “Grandpa, are you a wizard?” Getting a no […]
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