The other day, a young woman settled into the abandoned manor at the edge of the village. In the village of Omutovo they didn’t take kindly to outsiders.

In the village of Omutovo, outsiders were not welcome. The moment a stranger appeared on the horizon, curious eyes would peek out from behind curtains, and a silent council of grandmothers would gather on the bench by the gate, keeping sharp watch on the newcomer’s every move. So it was this time too. Down the […]

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To Marry an Orphan Elena had turned twenty-three. In their small provincial town, that was the milestone people saw as the border between carefree youth and a settled, orderly life. Friends, neighbors, the aunts at the market—one and all considered it their duty to inquire about suitors and, with a sigh, hint that it was time to start thinking seriously, otherwise she’d end up a spinster.

Elena had just turned twenty-three—a milestone which, in their small provincial town, was considered the boundary between carefree youth and a settled, orderly life. Friends, neighbors, and the aunts at the market all felt obliged to inquire about suitors and, with sighs, hint that it was high time to think seriously about such things, or […]

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The ‘Beloved’ Son-in-Law. A country lout—uncouth and crude—whose idea of good manners seemed limited to not smacking his lips too loudly.

A country lout—uncouth and crude—whose idea of good manners seemed to begin and end with not smacking too loudly. His life was laughably primitive: by day he hauled some kind of goods around in his battered car, and night after night he sat glued to his computer, from which came explosions and the clatter of […]

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After his fiancée’s funeral, he couldn’t find a place for himself. He loved his dear one, and the wedding was just two weeks away, but an unhinged truck driver took her life in an instant.

“Soon we’ll get to the finishing work. It’s almost done,” my husband said to me that evening as we were getting ready for bed. “So that means the renovation is next, and that’s it?” I rubbed cream into my hands, working it into my fingers and wrists. “Yes. Hard to believe, right?” Arkady settled in […]

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The shelter dog’s eyes filled with tears the moment he recognized, in the stranger, his former owner. It was a meeting he seemed to have waited for an eternity.

In the farthest, darkest corner of the municipal animal shelter—where even the light from the fluorescent lamps seemed to fall grudgingly and thin—there lay, curled up on a thin, worn blanket, a dog. A German Shepherd—once, no doubt, strong and stately, and now a ghost of former might. His thick coat, once the pride of […]

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