“Marina, baby, do you really have to go on that business trip this very weekend?” Her mother-in-law, Galina Pavlovna, was sitting in the kitchen, stirring her tea and carefully avoiding her daughter-in-law’s eyes. Marina looked up from her laptop in surprise. In three years of living with Igor, his mother had never been interested in […]
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Friday was hellish. Dasha and I were worn out at work like dogs, but there was no choice — urgent chores were waiting at the dacha. We left in traffic and arrived after dark. It poured all night, and in the morning the sun burned all the moisture away, turning the ground into a dirty […]
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Roman froze in the middle of the living room of their two-story house. Amazement flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by anger. He hadn’t expected his wife to know about Kristina. “What nonsense are you talking? What mistress?” he tried to sound indignant, but it came out unconvincing. Anna slowly turned to him. There wasn’t […]
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Roman froze in the middle of the living room of their two-story house. Surprise flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by anger. He hadn’t expected his wife to know about Kristina. “What are you talking about? What lover?” he tried to sound indignant, but it came out unconvincing. Anna slowly turned to him. There wasn’t […]
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The silence in the apartment was special, dense, like cotton. Marina loved this time of the evening, when deep blue twilight thickened over the Volga outside the window, and the only light in the flat was the cozy glow of the desk lamp. Nizhny Novgorod was falling asleep, and she, the head librarian of the […]
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Valentina was standing in the middle of her own living room, clutching a bunch of keys in her hand. Her gaze darted between the two women sprawled on the sofa like full-fledged homeowners. Her husband’s aunt, Zlata Feoktistovna, a hefty woman in her sixties wrapped in a leopard-print dress, was swinging one leg in a […]
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On Saturday evening, the apartment on the third floor of the concrete nine-storey block smelled of fried potatoes – and of a heated argument that was just about ready to burst out. Anna shrugged off her coat, hooked it carelessly onto the crooked peg in the hallway and, slapping along the linoleum in worn-out slippers, […]
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