I almost threw out the business card last night along with my hair salon receipt. The only thing that stopped me was the time written on the back: “12:00.” The woman who handed me that card had paid for my haircut—seventeen hundred rubles—and left before I could understand why she wanted me to visit a … Read more
That Sunday evening, for the very first time, Maxim refused to go to Lyudmila Pavlovna’s—even though before, his mom could ask him any day, no questions asked. His mother-in-law called Andrei around seven, as usual, and said that Vlad had an algebra test in two days, but his tutor was sick. Maxim is great at … Read more
“If you don’t like something, pack your things and get out! My apartment, my rules, and you’re only here by my grace!” Valery threw his fork onto the table so hard that it clattered against the porcelain plate and fell onto the freshly cleaned linoleum floor. The cold goulash, which had caused this evening argument, … Read more
“You don’t own anything here, you should fear God before taking charge like that,” Tamara Petrovna declared as she slammed a heavy cast iron skillet onto the table, barely missing her daughter-in-law’s fingers. Marina didn’t even flinch. Her blue eyes calmly caught the micro-tremor in her mother-in-law’s hands and the way Tamara avoided direct eye … Read more
“Are you seriously telling me the house is in your name?” Lydia Petrovna’s voice went thin, like a fishing line about to snap. “Just yours?” “Not in my name, but bequeathed to me,” Anya replied, clutching the folder of documents so tightly the corner dug into her palm. “The notary read it out. It’s all … Read more
“Mom will stay in the small room, and you and the kids will be in the living room,” my husband announced, figuring out how to fit us all into the apartment—an apartment for which I pay the mortgage. “Marina, Mom will be moving in with us. Starting October, for the winter,” Oleg said, spearing a … Read more
She strode majestically into the hallway. I went to see her out. As my mother-in-law was putting on her shoes, her cell phone rang inside her purse. She hurried to pull it out, glanced at the screen, and before she even made it out the door, she answered the call. “Yes, Zinochka, everything’s fine!” she … Read more
“Ninety-eight thousand,” I said, placing my phone next to his plate, screen up. “That’s how much for a trip to the sea. I’m going in September.” Philipp glanced over at the numbers, finished his cutlet, and burst out laughing. Loudly and with gusto, like he’d just heard a joke on TV. The keychain in the … Read more
As Egor Sinitsyn stepped into the village of Novaya Kosa, he was greeted by the scent of wet wood, seaweed, and smoked fish. That smell was the scent of his childhood. It was the same smell as the old pier where he spent his boyhood days catching gobies on a rusty hook. It was the … Read more
Everyone knew that Yulka was ‘cursed.’ Back when she was in ninth grade, a traveling meat dealer dragged her into an abandoned warehouse. The whole village whispered about it, especially after the dealer bought Yulka’s parents a brand new car and they withdrew their police report. The case was hushed up. Yulka’s dad drove proudly … Read more