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
“You look great, Marina. You’ve lost weight. Changed your hairstyle. Good for you, pulling yourself together after our breakup.” Igor leaned back lazily in the velvet armchair, playing with the keys to his financed Hyundai Solaris. We were sitting in a restaurant near Patriarch’s Ponds. He ordered himself an espresso and ordered me a glass … Read more
“Leave the keys on the nightstand,” Margarita said in an even voice, nudging an old sports bag toward Anya with the toe of her house slipper. “I’ve already waited far too long.” Anya did not understand the meaning of those words right away. All day, there had been people in the house: relatives had come, … Read more
The stairwell smelled of fried potatoes with onions and, for some reason, wet dog, even though no one on their floor owned a dog. Lena stopped on the landing between the second and third floors to catch her breath. The supermarket bags cut into her palms, leaving red, burning stripes. The elevator, as luck would … Read more
“Liza, we need to talk,” Roma said as he entered the apartment and went straight into the kitchen, where Liza was making dinner. “Did something happen?” she asked, turning around and wiping her hands on a towel. “Mom called. She wants to come for a week,” he said, sitting down on a stool and avoiding … Read more
Sunlight beat against the window so insistently that she wanted to pull the curtains tighter, to hide from that brazen October warmth. On the kitchen table lay samples of wedding invitations — cream-colored, with gold embossing, exactly the kind she had dreamed of. But there was no joy. Lena mechanically moved them from place to … Read more