Larisa was picking up the broken plate from the floor when the doorbell rang. Nine in the evening—she wasn’t expecting anyone. The shards clinked into the trash can—just like two years ago, when Igor used to hurl dishes and shout, “A beauty salon! You can’t even get yourself looking decent!” She looked through the peephole … Read more
“Andrew, please bring me some water…” Marina’s voice sounded чужим—dry and brittle, like last year’s leaves. It barely pushed through the cottony blanket that had covered her completely. Her body had turned into one solid, aching clot of pain. Everything throbbed—from her fingertips to the roots of her hair. Her skin burned, but underneath … Read more
— “Divorce, Vera. And we split everything down the middle.” He said it as calmly as if he were reading out the weather. — “What?” Vera let the spoon slip from her hand; tea splashed across the tablecloth. “Say that again.” — “Divorce. The house is shared. The car is shared. Everything’s fair.” She … Read more
Part 1. A Stage Persona Oleg had the kind of face that belonged in a display window—symmetrical features, lively expressions, and a smile he could switch on and off like a dimmer. Marina watched him from the far end of the table, dissecting him the way she dissected malicious code: searching for weak spots … Read more
Andrey came into Tatyana’s life out of the blue—like a spring thunderstorm, sudden and intense. They met at a corporate party hosted by mutual friends, and from the first glance something sparked between them. He was courteous, attentive, and always seemed to know exactly what to say. Tatyana, thirty years old, strong-willed, and the … Read more
The smell of Mom’s beef roast was always a sign that something important was about to happen in our family. Most days we lived on supermarket dumplings and chicken drumsticks, but today the kitchen was filled with the kind of aromas that belonged to childhood. “Lena, did you set the table?” Mom shouted from the … Read more
Alya froze in the bedroom doorway, watching Misha hurriedly tie the laces on his scuffed sneakers. His movements were rushed and twitchy—as if he were trying to escape a conversation he couldn’t avoid. “So you’re going to an interview in a tracksuit?” she asked. There was no anger in her voice, only surprise. Misha didn’t … Read more
“No, I’m Not Giving Your Mother Any More Money! Enough! Let Her Deal With Her Debts Herself—I’m Done!” 23.01.2026admin “So you honestly believe a vacation in Turkey matters more than helping my mother?” Igor’s voice vibrated like a wire stretched to breaking. Alina turned from the window where she’d been watching the spring drizzle slap … Read more
Marina had known for a long time there was no point hoping—they would come. They always did. For Gennady Petrovich and Zinaida Ivanovna, the New Year holidays worked like a magnet, pulling them toward their son’s city apartment with relentless force. “Zhenya,” she called to her husband, who was dozing peacefully in front of the … Read more
“Since you signed the apartment over to my sister, then go live with her. You’re not stepping foot in my home,” Katya told her parents. “Katya, sweetheart… we have some news…” Her mother’s voice in the receiver was deliberately cheerful, even almost sing-song. That forced brightness made Katya’s stomach twist. She knew instantly she wouldn’t … Read more