The milkmaid was running late for her flight—the first vacation of her life—when a luxury car suddenly braked to a stop beside her.

Monday at the spacious, sunlit offices of the agribusiness buzzed like a disturbed beehive. A wrap-up meeting was underway in the hall, but most people were already thinking about their own tasks. Suddenly the director—a sturdy man of about fifty named Vitaly Semyonovich, always impeccably dressed in a neat checkered shirt—raised his hand, calling for […]

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— “And why haven’t you prepared anything? The guests will be here soon!” the husband fumed when he saw his wife at the door.

Kira stood in the doorway, holding grocery bags. Her face showed a mix of astonishment and indignation. Valery was pacing the living room, glancing at his watch from time to time. “Valera, you said the guests were coming on Saturday,” she said, carefully setting the bags on the floor. “Which Saturday? Today is Friday! In […]

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I’m 58, and one day I went to a shopping mall to buy myself some new clothes. Behind the counter stood a young girl, maybe twenty — she was loudly talking on the phone, laughing, and swearing across the entire store.

I’m 58, and I never expected an ordinary trip to buy a dress to turn into real drama—just two weeks before my only son’s wedding. I’d put the purchase off far too long, but at some point I realized: I couldn’t show up to Andrey’s wedding in everyday clothes. I needed something special—worthy of such […]

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A week alone will make her as pliant as silk.” But when he saw what had happened in that time, he froze the moment he crossed the threshold.

Nika hadn’t been herself lately. Serious cracks had appeared in her relationship with her husband, and she didn’t know how to endure the agony of it. It all started with little things—like it usually does. After work Tolya began peppering her with poisonous remarks. His jokes were full of malice; every word cut deeper than […]

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On Saturday, Lera carefully tidied up the already spotless apartment. Then she planned the menu and cooked the tastiest dishes, wanting to show Vyacheslav’s mother what a good homemaker she was.

On Saturday, Lera carefully tidied up the already clean apartment. Then she planned the menu and prepared the tastiest dishes, wanting to show Vyacheslav’s mother that she was a good homemaker. But when she went out to take out the trash, she ran into her neighbor on the landing. As usual, he was unshaven, but […]

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“I’m sick of you. Sick of your care, your constant fussing, that eternally smiling face. ‘Kostya, your soup,’ ‘Kostya, your slippers,’ ‘Kostya, are you tired?’” her husband mocked bitterly as he bustled about packing his things. “It’s disgusting.

— I’m sick of you. Of your fussing, your constant baby talk, that ever-smiling face. ‘Kostyenchka, your soup; Kostyenchka, your slippers; Kostyenchka, you must be tired,’” her husband mocked as he packed his things. “It’s disgusting! I’m wrapped in your care like in sticky cobwebs. The kids are grown; no one owes anyone anything.” “Do […]

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That evening, Marina was cooking his favorite dinner—pot roast with mushrooms. Over twenty-five years, she had learned all his tastes, habits, and wishes.

After twenty-five years of marriage, Marina’s husband, Alexander, stunned her with news. Over dinner, which she, as always, had lovingly prepared for him, he said flatly, “We need to talk. I’ve filed for divorce, bought an apartment, and I’m taking my things.” When she asked, confused, about their joint property, he only shrugged: “So what? […]

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The husband brought his mistress home and said, “We’ll live together, the three of us.” He didn’t expect me to smile — and offer his mistress a deal…

Vadim didn’t come into the apartment alone. Behind his broad back, as if hiding and peeking out at the same time, stood a young girl. Her hand clenched the strap of an unnaturally bright bag, and her eyes drank in the details of our entryway with greedy curiosity — the massive mirror in an oak […]

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“Switch apartments with your brother—he has a family, and you don’t need such a big place!” the mother insisted.

“Switch apartments with your brother—he has a family, and you don’t need such a big place!” Maria Viktorovna stirred her instant coffee briskly without looking at her son. Andrei tore himself away from his phone. From the next room came the crash of cartoons and shrieking children. The air was saturated with the smell of […]

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