Wow, you really built yourselves a ‘palace’! And which room will be mine? And your sister’s?” the mother-in-law blindsided them.

Andrei set the last box of dishes on the kitchen table and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The move was finished—at last he and Lyuda were the full-fledged owners of their own country house. Two years of construction, endless weekend trips out to the plot, arguments with contractors, choosing materials, sleepless nights over the […]

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— “You wanna stuff your face? Then cook for yourself! Oh, look at him—the lord of the manor! You can boss your warehouse guys around, but here don’t you even squeak!”

— And dinner? The question was tossed into the quiet of the room as casually as Kirill tossed his jacket onto the back of the chair. He wasn’t expecting an answer; he was stating a need. The sound of his steps across the parquet was heavy, assured—the steps of a man who had returned to […]

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It wasn’t a sound that shattered the silence of their bedroom, but an icy wave of his hatred. He stood in the doorway—his figure, usually so confident and upright, now hunched as if under an invisible weight.

It wasn’t a sound that ripped through the quiet of their bedroom, but an icy wave of his hatred. He stood in the doorway—his figure, usually so confident and upright, now hunched as if under an invisible weight. The face Alisa loved was twisted into a grimace she had never seen in seven years of […]

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On my days off I’ll do what I want! I don’t care what you need or what you think of me!” — the daughter-in-law put the mother-in-law in her place.

Marina opened her eyes and immediately squeezed them shut against the bright sunlight filtering through the not-quite-drawn curtains. Her first thought was a happy one—Saturday! Their first weekend in three weeks with no trips, no meetings, nothing urgent. She stretched luxuriously, savoring the softness of the bed and the quiet of the apartment. Beside her, […]

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“What?! You used your bonus to buy your mother a sanatorium package? Then you can spend your vacation at her dacha! You’re not going on holiday on my dime anymore!”

Andrey sat at the kitchen table, shuffling through the printed paperwork from the Zdravnitsa sanatorium. The evening sun slanted through the window, lighting his tired face. He knew Lena would be home any minute and the conversation wouldn’t be easy. But he hoped she would understand. Two weeks earlier his mother had called him at […]

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After marrying for the third time, Serafima Grigoryevna took to visiting her son and daughter-in-law. Her new husband, Igor, was nine years younger, and she was very proud of that.

After getting married for the third time, Serafima Grigoryevna got into the habit of visiting her son and daughter-in-law. Her new husband, Igor, was nine years younger, and she was very proud of that. “If a younger man looked my way, then I must be a beauty,” she would think, glancing at herself in the […]

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