Part 1. A Crack in the Smalti “Come on, it’s not like I’m throwing you out… I just need some room. Some air. You understand, right?” Roman said, avoiding Yulia’s eyes as he absentmindedly sorted through pieces of colored glass on his worktable. Yulia stood in the doorway of his “studio” — once a cramped […]
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Part 1. The Stain That Wouldn’t Come Out “Make your wife sell her car and give me the money. I raised you, fed you, stayed awake through countless nights for you, and that foreign car of hers is just sitting under the window doing nothing but rusting. She can take the subway.” Larisa Petrovna didn’t […]
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“Step away from that door! Have you completely lost your mind over those silly sketches of yours?” Makar gave the bathroom handle a violent tug, but it would not open. “My uncle just got in from the road and needs a shower, and you’ve got that… hanger-on in there with her whole pack of kids!” […]
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“Sign the apartment over to your brother. I can see straight through your husband,” Svetlana’s mother whispered in her ear, digging her manicured nails painfully into her elbow. “He’s clung to you like a leech. You call it love? At twenty, boys are driven by hormones and calculation, nothing more. We’ll transfer the place to […]
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Marina brought her palm down on the kitchen table so sharply that the plate balanced near the edge jumped, flipped over, and left a wet mark on the plastic tablecloth. A draft slipped in through the half-open window and curled around her legs, but she barely noticed it. Inside, she was burning, as if a […]
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Larisa Petrovna lifted her glass of sparkling wine, and I knew immediately that something was about to go wrong. I could see it in the way she straightened her back, in the narrow, judging look she gave me across the table. The room went quiet — around fifteen people, all familiar faces: teachers, neighbors, distant […]
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