“Galia, where’s my gray turtleneck? And why is there no cottage cheese in the fridge? Mom specifically told you to buy it yesterday.”

“Galia, where’s my gray turtleneck? And why is there no cottage cheese in the fridge? Mom specifically told you to buy it yesterday.” Galina Sergeyevna stopped mid-motion at the sink, a plate still in her hands. Viktor Nikolayevich stood in the kitchen doorway, already dressed to head out to a job site, irritated and rushed. […]

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“Who’s going to roast the goose then—me?” Galina Ivanovna’s voice in the receiver was sharp and offended

“Who’s going to roast the goose—me?” Galina Ivanovna’s voice crackled through the phone, demanding and wounded at the same time, with those familiar notes that had worked on her son for forty years straight. “My blood pressure’s been jumping for two weeks, and you want to run your own mother ragged at the stove?” Marina […]

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“Are you telling me you promised your sister that I’d spend the entire summer babysitting her triplets for free at our country house while she and her husband go off to Europe—and you didn’t even ask me?!”

“ Tanya, can you believe our luck? Absolute jackpot—I’m still stunned. Vika called me half an hour ago, screaming into the phone like she’d been hit by a train. At first I thought something awful happened, I couldn’t even understand her. But then she told me what it was—and wow!” Sergey stormed into the kitchen […]

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The festive table was set in Oksana’s apartment—the very one she had bought and built into a home on her own, long before she ever married Igor

The holiday spread was laid out in Oksana’s apartment—the very place she had bought and turned into a home herself long before she ever married Igor. That tiny one-bedroom on the eighth floor of a gray nine-story panel building was, to her, the proudest achievement of her life. For three exhausting years she had saved […]

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“Lyuda, where’s the broth?”—my husband forgot all about food the moment I found a receipt for 128,000 in his pocket

“You can see I’m losing strength, and you can’t even fix my pillow?” Valera’s voice sounded like he was dictating his last will to a notary. Even though the digital thermometer betrayed him shamelessly: 37.2°C. I fluffed the pillow without a word. Valera suffered on a grand scale. If a man’s temperature creeps past thirty-seven, […]

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“I’m going to my mother’s. You need to be re-educated,” my husband said as he took the money. But when he came back, he froze in front of the house

In a village where everyone knew each other—not only by name, but by whose yard was whose—Olga had been living with her husband, Ivan, for nearly six years. The village was called Sosnovka. Tiny—maybe fifty people, no more. Everyone had grown up together, remembered who was related to whom, who kept what kind of household, […]

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