When Natalya came home, she found her husband Nikita in a state of extreme anxiety. He was pacing the room nervously, dialing a number on his phone over and over again.

When Natalya came home, she found her husband Nikita in a very worried state. He was nervously pacing from corner to corner, constantly dialing a number on his phone. “Hi, sweetheart,” Natalya said lightly, pretending not to notice how wound up he was. “What’s for dinner?” Nikita seemed not to hear her and kept calling […]

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My husband stopped giving me money—even for food—while I’m raising three kids

“Mom, I’m hungry!” Olya tugged at Anna’s T-shirt hem while Anna sorted through empty grocery bags in the kitchen. Anna swallowed a sigh. In the fridge there was a carton of milk and three yogurts. For three children. “We’ll think of something, sunshine,” she said, automatically stroking her daughter’s hair. “We’ll make sandwiches, okay?” “But […]

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Sweetheart, help me with some milk — money’s gotten really tight,” the grandmother said, embarrassed, turning her eyes aside.

Alevtina Petrovna unfailingly appeared at the store at exactly seven in the morning. By that time the 24-hour “Groceries” was usually empty—only night-shift workers and the occasional sleepless passerby came in. Her worn gray coat and faded headscarf had long since become familiar to the staff. The old woman came twice a week, like clockwork—on […]

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Everything started three years ago, when Artyom brought his fiancée and his future mother-in-law to meet his parents. Tamara Viktorovna, Artyom’s mother, immediately understood: the girl was a good one.

Everything began three years ago, when Artyom brought his fiancée and her mother to meet his parents. Tamara Viktorovna, Artyom’s mother, immediately understood: the girl was a good one. Katya was a student at the teacher-training college—modest, well-mannered, from a “decent family.” True, when it turned out that this “decent family” meant a single mother […]

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