My mother-in-law announced that she would take over my seaside apartment for the winter, and expected me to find new housing for the current tenants. She mentioned this at dinner, somewhere between asking me to pass the bread and noting that the chicken was a bit dry. It felt like my apartment was just another […]
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A screwdriver was lying on the couch, right on top of a winter sweater. The screwdriver was lying on the couch, on top of a winter sweater. Blue, with a chipped handle—the same one Vadym used last spring to tighten the hinges on the kitchen cabinet. Larysa stood in the doorway, still in her coat, […]
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Everything about Olga’s mother suddenly started to annoy her: the brown knitted sweater she wore year-round; the habit of asking the price of everything Olga bought, then shaking her head, “That’s just money thrown out the window.” The way she’d speak loudly on the minibus. The little bags of homemade cookies her mother would stuff […]
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Tetyana took the dress off the hanger and, without even looking at it, flipped over the price tag. Her hand did it on its own, just like it had for the past thirty years: check the price first, then everything else. Four thousand two hundred hryvnias. She carefully hung the dress back up, as if […]
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— Aren’t you ashamed? This is such a big day for your husband! What will the relatives say? What will people think? **** The silver bracelet just didn’t want to clasp. For the third time, Khrystyna struggled to hook the tiny latch with her fingernail, when suddenly, she heard someone sharply inhale behind her. In […]
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— Who’s this with you? — She looked at Mykhailo, at the chrysanthemums, at her mother’s lipstick. — Have you no shame left? I told you tomorrow there’s no one to watch the kids, and you said, “I can’t, Katya, I have things to do.” Are these your “things”? * * * * The dress […]
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On Tuesday, I came home from work and noticed a pair of unfamiliar men’s shoes in the hallway. From the kitchen, I could hear my mother-in-law’s voice. «You can take another forty centimeters here. No, don’t touch the outlet.» At first, I thought Sergei had come home early and invited someone over. I took off […]
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My dear husband Kirill truly believed that the wife of a successful manager should be as convenient and helpful at home as the best household appliance. He’d dump his problems on me, press the metaphorical button, and expect everything to be ready by morning while he relaxed. At the same time, he made it a […]
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«I sent your bank statements to Mom,» Vadim announced casually as he took his time chewing a piece of baked fish. «She asked for them.» I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth. In our spacious kitchen—where only a second ago the fridge hummed cozily and the air smelled of rosemary—a silence settled, the […]
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“Lyuda, hi, it’s Alla,” her former sister-in-law’s voice sounded flat and official, like she was calling from the utilities company about meter readings. “Is this a good time to talk?” “Hello, Alla, yes, it’s a good time,” Lyudmila said, actually setting her knitting aside—the call was that unexpected. “I’ll stop by on Saturday, around eleven. […]
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