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Heavy drops of rain drummed against the cornice, but inside Zinaida Arkadyevna’s spacious dining room, it was warm and stuffy. The air smelled of festive food, apples, and the hostess’s sharp, heavy perfume. Sonya sat on the very edge of an antique chair, trying to hide her old, worn boots under the table. “So, you’re … Read more

The doorbell rang at ten in the evening. On a Wednesday. In January. I had just taken a casserole out of the oven — an ordinary cottage-cheese one, made according to my grandmother’s recipe, with raisins. The smell was so cozy it almost made you want to cry. The kettle was whistling on the stove. … Read more

 When Marina Came Home from Her Shift, a Bald Man Wouldn’t Let Her Into Her Own Apartment. It Turned Out Her Husband Had Sold It “Hey, lady, hand over the keys nicely!” A heavyset bald man in a leather jacket blocked the doorway. “And we’re taking that wardrobe too, so don’t scratch it.” “What wardrobe? … Read more

Your apartment is turning into a revolving door, Lena, and I don’t like it at all,” Viktor stood in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze wandered around the corners of the room, as if he were looking for cobwebs or dust, but instead kept landing on … Read more

“Get out of my life,” Andrey said quietly, almost calmly. And that calmness was the most frightening thing of all. “Pack your things and leave. The easy way. While I’m still asking.” Katya stood in the middle of the living room and looked at her husband. Ten years. For ten years she had looked at … Read more

— Cancel your appointment! — Kirill snapped, not even turning away from the television. — Mother is going to the market today. You’ll drive her there and wait for her. It’ll take a while, definitely about three hours. Nadya stood in the doorway of the living room, looking at the back of his head. Such … Read more

Rita pulled the bills out of the envelope before I had even stepped away from the congratulatory arch. Her fingers, tipped with scarlet nails, counted the cash briskly, and her lips twisted not into a smile, but into an assessment — as if she had just rung up a receipt and found the amount unsatisfactory. … Read more

“Toma! Artyom, look at me! Why are you out on the balcony in just a T-shirt?!” Kira’s voice cracked into a hoarse rasp as she yanked hard on the stiff plastic handle of the balcony door. The door would not budge. Behind the fogged double glass, sitting on an overturned enamel bucket, was her twelve-year-old … Read more

“What is that rusty enamel bucket doing on my stove?!” Lidia dropped the keys to her crossover straight into a puddle of dirty water that had dripped from someone’s oversized rubber boots in the hallway. She was standing on the threshold of her country house — the house into which she had poured four years … Read more

“You’ve got that sour face again. Maybe you should see a gastroenterologist?” Maria smirked without even turning around. She was chopping onions for a salad, but her hand trembled, and the knife struck the wooden board with a dull thud. “Did you even hear what I said?” Alexey stepped closer and placed his palms on … Read more