“Why haven’t you taught your wife any better? She should be serving the guests, not sitting at the table with everyone else,” her sister-in-law declared in front of everyone, but I…”

Marina had been bustling around the kitchen for three hours, glancing at the clock every few minutes. The guests would arrive soon, but she couldn’t calm her nerves. It wasn’t the cooking that worried her; she had always been good at that. It was Svetlana, Igor’s sister, who was coming to his fiftieth birthday party. […]

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“Forgive me!”

Lenya’s affair was exposed in a foolish, unexpected way. He had always arranged his meetings with other women carefully, avoiding popular cafés and other crowded places. He was generous with gifts and bouquets, but preferred to give them to a woman in private, with no witnesses around. Although Leonid was technically single, he was in […]

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“Why are you just standing there?! Get moving! I’ve got guests over—do you expect me to set the table?!” the husband shouted at his wife. But he was the one who ended up being thrown out of the apartment in disgrace.

Lena heard the laughter while she was still on the landing. It was loud, male laughter, with a false note to it. She stopped in front of the door, keys in hand, and tried to gather her thoughts. The day had been hell: two urgent projects, a dispute with suppliers, and a delay in paying […]

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“Go live with your mother. You deserve each other,” the daughter-in-law said after learning who her father-in-law had transferred the country house to.

Her mother-in-law handed Marina the keys to the country house and smiled so sweetly that Marina immediately knew something was wrong. “Here you go, dear. Since you and Kostya want to move there for the summer, make yourselves at home. I won’t be lonely in the city.” Marina took the keys. They were heavy and […]

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“Once a country bumpkin, always a country bumpkin,” my husband sneered in front of our friends. “Then why have you been living in this ‘country bumpkin’s’ house for three years?” I asked…

About an hour before the guests were due to arrive, I went out to the veranda for some napkins and noticed a wooden planter of basil on the floor. That morning, it had been on the kitchen windowsill. Gleb had also left a basket of onions and a couple of jars of homemade pickles there. […]

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“What wedding? The renovations on my house have come to a halt!” my future mother-in-law declared, demanding all the money we had saved.

Oksana plugged in her phone to charge and only then realized she was smiling. Sometimes good news sinks in before your mind catches up. The bonus arrived at the end of October—unexpectedly, though she had earned it. The project had dragged on for eight months, and no one had really counted the overtime. Now the […]

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“Once I’m registered at this address, no daughter-in-law will be able to kick me out!” my mother-in-law bragged over the phone, right there in my own apartment.

Polina bought the apartment when she was twenty-nine. She had saved for six years—first setting money aside from her first decent salary, then taking an evening job, and finally getting a little help from her parents. When she received the keys, she stood outside the door and simply ran her fingers over the lock. It […]

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“Won’t you transfer the apartment into my name? Then what do I need a wife like you for?” her husband blurted out in the heat of the argument.

The candles on the cake flickered in the dim living room. Anna looked at the relatives gathered around her and couldn’t help smiling. Twenty-six was an age when life was only just beginning. “To my dear wife.” Sergei raised his glass of champagne. “You make every day special. Thank you for being in my life.” […]

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“You can understand the guy.”

“If I’m honest…” Her friend paused for a moment, as though afraid of saying too much. “I still don’t understand how you could bring yourself to do it. It’s beyond the pale, Liza!” “Beyond the pale in what sense? Good or bad?” “Well, that depends on how you look at it.” “Look at it however […]

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