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“I dropped by my husband’s workplace and froze at the door. He was assuring a friend that soon I would hand over the apartment willingly. Arina met Igor at a contemporary art exhibition. It was an ordinary acquaintance—talking in front of one of the paintings, exchanging impressions, discovering shared interests. Igor seemed like an interesting […]

“I never agreed to your debts!” I shouted when I found out my husband had taken out a loan for his entire family. Ksenia met Artyom at a company party three years ago. He worked in the next department over; they saw each other in the hallways and nodded to one another, but had never […]

“Enough! This is my apartment, not your dining room!” I shouted, wrenching the ladle out of my mother-in-law’s hands. The wedding had been beautiful. A restaurant on the riverbank, a white dress Ekaterina had spent three months choosing, happy faces all around. Dmitry read poems he had written himself, the bride’s mother cried with emotion, […]

“Fine, darling, go live with your mother then — since she’s your ‘best woman in the world’!” I said as I opened the door for him. Ksenia stood at the stove, flipping fried eggs in a pan. The morning was ordinary enough — drizzle outside the window, the smell of coffee in the kitchen, some […]

Yulia walked into the apartment and immediately heard her mother-in-law’s familiar voice coming from the kitchen. Anna Ivanovna had shown up again without warning. For the third time that week. “Yulechka, you’re home!” her mother-in-law called, peeking out of the kitchen with an unnaturally wide smile. “I made some borscht, try it.” Yulia took off […]

“Have you no conscience? We’ll be left without a home!” my mother-in-law protested, even though she had not paid a single kopeck for three years. Lidia stood by the window of the one-room apartment and looked out at the gray courtyard. Their second year of living in such a cramped space was wearing on her. […]

“You’re only here temporarily, but my mother is here for good, so don’t you dare raise your voice at her!” he shouted at his wife after yet another argument in the kitchen with his mother. Inna sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the suitcase full of her things. The wedding had been […]

“You have to register my mother here,” my husband said in a tone as if I owed him something. Grandma died in a cold November when Alla was thirty-three. She had been ill for a long time—stage four lung cancer. The doctors said it right away: it was incurable, only pain relief remained. Every evening […]