Ekaterina bought that apartment when she was thirty-one — on her own, without anyone’s help, after seven years of working as a senior analyst at an insurance company in Voronezh. It was a two-room apartment on the fifth floor of a new building, with a view of a small park and a sensible layout, where […]
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The smell of cheap Turkish lavender air freshener had sunk permanently into the walls of their two-room apartment on the outskirts of the city. Yadviga Antonovna, who had turned thirty-nine a couple of days earlier, sat in the kitchen, thoughtfully looking at her hands. On the index finger of her left hand were barely visible […]
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“Don’t cook half of the dumplings. Put them into containers; your father and I will take them,” my mother-in-law ordered as she walked into my country-house kitchen with such confidence, as if the dumplings had already been registered inside her bag. “A proper housewife should live more modestly and not teach her husband to be […]
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My ex-husband Kirill had a unique talent: he knew how to burst into someone else’s life with the grace of a bulldozer that, for some reason, believed it was a ballet barre. He appeared on the doorstep of my apartment at seven in the evening on a February Tuesday, shaking snow from a coat that […]
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Saturday morning began with a crash. I was still lying in bed when the sound of a frying pan hitting the floor came from the kitchen, followed by my husband’s muffled curse. Sergei always got up earlier than me on weekends, firmly believing that a day off was meant for getting a pile of chores […]
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The idea of handing my salary over to another woman to manage was presented under the sauce of grand financial optimization. “Olya, you and I are absolutely terrible at saving,” Denis announced one evening, pushing away his empty plate. “Money slips through our fingers. I talked to Mom. She’s an old-school economist. She has a […]
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“Pavel, just don’t tell me later that I laugh too loudly,” a familiar woman’s voice came from my kitchen. “Your mother will arrive on Sunday. By then, everyone will already be used to it.” “She’ll grumble and calm down,” my son replied. “The main thing is, the money has already been taken, and keeping the […]
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The new office chair gleamed with chrome armrests. Leather, adjustable height, headrest — twenty-five thousand rubles at least. Oleg Ivanovich had bought it for Kostya, the sales manager. And for the fifth month in a row, I was sitting on a stool from the conference room. My name is Diana. Twenty-three years old, an honors […]
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“Pavel, just don’t tell me later that I laugh too loudly,” a familiar female voice drifted from my kitchen. “Your mother will arrive on Sunday. By then everyone will already be used to it.” “She’ll grumble and calm down,” my son replied. “The main thing is, the money’s already been taken, and keeping the room […]
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“Sign here. Tomorrow at nine fifteen, they’re expecting us at the MFC,” Dmitry said, placing the application in front of me. Next to it, he set down my passport, as if it were an ordinary saltshaker he could take from the cupboard without asking. I looked at the paper, then at my mother-in-law. Tamara Igorevna […]
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