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«This is where it would be better to put a partition.» Anastasia paused mid-spread with her cream cheese, glancing first at Semyon, then at the sheet of paper he’d laid out in the center of the kitchen table. Sunday was off to a peaceful start. It was drizzling outside, the coffee maker was grumbling with […]

“Elena?” A man’s voice called out right at the gate as she was heading to her car. Elena turned and froze. Standing before her was a man around fifty, dressed in an expensive coat and holding a suitcase. His face seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place him right away. «Andrey?» He nodded, his face […]

Near the turn to Roskholka, Andriy switched off the car engine and sat there for about ten minutes, lost in thought. Across the river, on the hill, was the same electric pylon that, as a kid, he used to call the ‘iron stork.’ The stork was still there. It seemed like the only thing missing […]

At the Akvarel salon, client appointments were recorded the old-fashioned way—in a thick grid-lined notebook that administrator Nelya kept right by the cash register and never let anyone else touch. All bookings were written in blue pen. But Nelya always circled one name in red. “Lidiya Borysivna, Saturday, 10:00.” Ivanna noticed this in her third […]

Two chairs stood empty the entire evening. Roman had made them himself, just a week before the wedding. They were oak, with tall carved backs, heavier than any other chairs. He placed them at the head of the long table, next to the newlyweds. Nadya had asked him to do it. She whispered her request, […]

The key turned twice in Larisa’s apartment lock, and she’d long noticed: the second turn always sounded louder than the first. Especially on evenings when she returned from visiting friends. That November evening, she’d come back from her brother’s place. She took off her boots, hung her coat on the hook, and walked into the […]

“The bride’s real mother will be sitting next to her, but you, Nina, I’m sorry—you’ll have to take a seat at the far table. Over there, by the column, next to the cousin from Saratov.” Raisa Sergeyevna’s voice oozed with sweetness, but her faded eyes sparkled with triumph. “You understand, blood is thicker than water. […]

Nina always made her own ground meat. She couldn’t stand buying the pre-packaged kind—who knew what they mixed in there, starch or something else—you just couldn’t trust it. But at home, everything was honest: a chunk of beef, a fattier piece of pork, a slice of white bread soaked in warm milk, and an onion […]