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For four years after the wedding, Olga lived with the dream of becoming a mother. She had always loved children: first she looked after her little cousins, then babysat her nephews and nieces, and later even got a job as a kindergarten teacher. But Olya had no children of her own. For the first two […]

“You sold the car, didn’t you? That money will go toward renovating Mom’s kitchen,” Artyom said calmly. Natasha looked at her husband. Artyom stood in the kitchen doorway—a kitchen that had gone three years without a stove or even a proper table. Behind him towered bags of plaster leaning against the wall since last autumn. […]

“I have nowhere else to go. You have to help.” Irina reread her brother’s message three times. The letters on the phone screen blurred — not from tears, no. From the exhaustion that had been building up inside her. She was sitting in her office — small, but private, earned through sweat and sleepless nights. […]

“Lyosh, did you fall asleep in there? Close the door, the cold is escaping!” Marina’s voice came from the bedroom, muffled, as if through cotton wool. Alexey did not answer. He was standing in the kitchen in nothing but socks, holding the refrigerator handle and staring inside as though he were seeing that shelf for […]

— Get up. Svetlana Yuryevna didn’t even look at me. She walked over to my desk and, with one careless sweep of her hand, knocked the stack of my folders onto the floor. Straight into the dust. Oksana froze with her mouth open. Tanya from HR, sitting by the window, suddenly became very interested in […]

— Get up. Svetlana Yuryevna didn’t even look at me. She walked over to my desk and, with one careless sweep of her hand, knocked the stack of my folders onto the floor. Straight into the dust. Oksana froze with her mouth open. Tanya from HR, sitting by the window, suddenly became very interested in […]

“No career. Family is more important!” her husband snapped. A year later, he was standing in line outside my office for an interview “My Vitenka, by the way, works in a serious position,” Nina Pavlovna said in a tone that sounded as if she were reading out a sentence. “And who are you? You shuffle […]

She stood in the middle of the living room and looked at them — at the three people she had considered her family. Artur was sitting in an armchair with one leg crossed over the other, wearing the expression of a man who had been unfairly accused of something insignificant. His mother, Tamara Vikentyevna, had […]