I’ll be spending New Year’s with my mistress. I’m already ashamed to show you off to my buddies!” her husband declared.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Tonya let out a heavy sigh. Some people were spared a midlife crisis, but hers had hit like a real, knock-you-off-your-feet hurricane. She disliked everything about herself and wanted to change it all. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart! No one would ever say you’re forty!” her coworker would tell … Read more

He registered the apartment in his mother’s name — and had no idea what would happen seven days later

Irina twirled the keys between her fingers. The keys to the new apartment—their new apartment—burned against her palm. Fifteen years of saving. Fifteen! And now… “Ir, why are you standing there?” Sergey tapped her shoulder. “Come on, open it already!” “Maybe you should open it? Technically…” “Ir, we’ve talked about this a hundred times. Mom’s … Read more

I’m the one choosing the land plot—I’m the man! And you’re paying for it,” her husband blurted resentfully.

“Seriously, Katya? You want to ruin everything because of some two-hour drive?!” Igor’s voice trembled with outrage, and his face had turned red as if he’d just run a marathon. “Two hours?!” Katya whirled away from the kitchen window where she’d been standing, clutching a cup of cold coffee in both hands. “Igor, that’s four … Read more

“You got married — you didn’t buy square meters,” she said. “So you can forget about a share.”

The apartment went to Dasha from her grandmother when the girl turned twenty-four. A bright two-bedroom place with a view of the park. The inheritance was оформed quickly—there were no disputes, and no other heirs either. She received the documents six months after her grandmother’s death, as required by law. She simply came to the … Read more

Drunken mother locked the children in the barn while she had fun with her suitor. The next morning, the scoundrel got a surprise.

The darkness of the December night thickened outside the windows, while inside the old, dilapidated house, a tense anticipation prevailed. Behind the kitchen door, on the floor stained by long-unwashed linoleum, children crowded together — three little ones huddled close like nestlings. Their eyes, full of hope and hunger, were fixed on the crack in … Read more

My husband got angry that I work and don’t get dinner on the table on time, suggested we live apart and ‘think things over.’ Without him it became so good — I got divorced

  I stared at my phone for a long time. Alexey was calling for the third time that evening, but I didn’t pick up. The screen showed the time—half past ten. Before, at that hour, I would already have been washing the dishes after dinner, wiping down the table, hanging up laundry. Now I was … Read more

I found a little girl by the railroad tracks, raised her, but after 25 years her relatives appeared.

  — What’s that? — I stopped halfway to the station, listening carefully. Crying came from the left — quiet but persistent. The February wind tickled my neck and flapped the edge of my coat. I turned toward the railway, where against the white snow, a dark abandoned switchman’s hut stood out. A bundle lay … Read more

— You attacked my wife and my children, Mom, and now you’re claiming it’s all their fault? Why? Because they didn’t show you enough deference in front of your friends?

  “Speak.” His voice in the phone receiver was even and a little tired, like someone who’d been pulled away from a complicated spreadsheet full of numbers. On the other end of the line, Olga stayed silent for a second, gathering her strength. When she finally spoke, her voice wasn’t trembling—it was completely empty, burnt … Read more

Clear out the room for your sister-in-law—she has nowhere to live!” my mother-in-law announced, and my husband backed her up. But they couldn’t even imagine how I would answer.

 Get your rags out of here—this is junk! We need to clear the room for Lenka!” the mother-in-law demanded, and the husband nodded. But they weren’t expecting the answer they were about to get. Anna was working on lace cuffs. A thin needle obediently dove through the weave of threads, leaving behind a barely visible … Read more