“Sell the studio apartment,” Regina said, as casually as if she were asking me to pass the salt. I didn’t even understand at first. I was standing there with a plate in my hands, hot steam from the borscht rising toward my face. And she sat across from me, examining her long nails — raspberry-colored … Read more
“Have you even looked at yourself? Who would need someone like you, tell me? No money, no use, no brains, but pride like a government minister!” Zinaida Pavlovna’s voice rang through the narrow hallway as if she weren’t arguing, but drilling through the walls. “Please don’t shout,” I said without taking off my coat. “I … Read more
No, Seryoga, seriously, what’s she going to do? My wife is wooden. She doesn’t care about anything. Don’t worry, I’ve already found a buyer for her apartment.” I froze in the hallway with shopping bags in both hands. The keys were still dangling in the lock — I hadn’t even managed to close the door … Read more
“You are not family to us!” Nina Petrovna said loudly enough for the whole room to hear. “You were never one of us. You’re Sergei’s wife, that’s all.” I stood calmly. And thought: interesting… does that mean the bill for her boarding house is “not ours” either? But that came later, at the end. It … Read more
“You’re not family to us!” my mother-in-law said in front of everyone. So I immediately canceled the automatic payment for her care home “You’re not family to us!” Nina Petrovna said loudly enough for the whole room to hear. “You were never one of us. You’re Seryozha’s wife — that’s all.” I stood there calmly. … Read more
The nerve of former relatives is a constant value. It is not affected by inflation and does not depend on the phases of the moon. When the doorbell rang on Saturday morning, I was expecting the dry-cleaning courier. But standing on my doorstep was a whole delegation: my ex-husband Tolik, his mother Irina Gennadyevna, and … Read more
The autumn rain tapped against the apartment windows, creating the special kind of coziness Svetlana loved so much. The evening had been peaceful — Kirill was browsing the news on his tablet, while his wife was preparing dinner. This two-room apartment was the only thing Svetlana had left from her parents. After her father … Read more
$ Polina was wiping her hands on a kitchen towel when the doorbell rang. The pot of soup was bubbling on the stove, the potatoes in the oven were not quite ready yet, and she had only just been about to set the table. It had been a hard workday, her legs were aching, and … Read more
Angelina stood on the balcony of her two-room apartment, holding a cup of coffee that had already gone cold. Below, the city was alive with noise — cars, the voices of passersby, dogs barking from the neighboring courtyard. She had bought this place five years ago, when she was twenty-six. Back then, it had seemed … Read more
You have to bail her out, Vera. She’s not a stranger to you!” Igor threw a bank statement onto the kitchen table. The crumpled sheet slid across the damp oilcloth and stopped against the ceramic salt shaker. Without saying a word, I turned off the stove. The rumble of the old extractor fan instantly died … Read more