“Divorce? Fine. Then let’s not waste any time,” Taisiya replied calmly and continued packing her things. “Then let’s get divorced!” Maksim snapped irritably. He stood by the window with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for her usual reaction. Taisiya was supposed to fall silent, become frightened, and try to calm him down. Perhaps […]
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“Since we’re each managing our own money now, each of us can pay for a cleaner for our own half of the apartment,” Irina said evenly. She removed her apron and carefully hung it on the hook beside the stove. Artyom froze, shifting his bewildered gaze from his wife to the floor. It gleamed with […]
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“Have you noticed that our home smells like silence?” Marina met him in the hallway, holding a sleepy Sonya in her arms. “Sonya fell asleep right over her plate. Can you imagine? I barely managed to carry her to bed.” “Uh-huh.” Artyom took off his jacket without looking at her. “Is there any dinner?” “Yes, […]
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Svetlana placed two cups in front of Danil and sat across from him. She had deliberately brewed that same lemon balm blend—the one they had once bought together at a fair in Suzdal during the first year of their marriage. Back then, it had seemed that nothing could ever come between them. “Danil, I want […]
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Veronica fastened her bracelet in front of the mirror and smiled at her reflection. “Artyom, are you almost ready?” she called to her husband. “The car will be here in twenty minutes.” “I’m just tying my tie,” came his voice from the bedroom. “You seem more nervous about this than I am.” “How could I […]
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Larisa had learned to enter the apartment quietly, as though apologizing for the very fact that she had come home. Beside the door lay a dark burgundy rug with a fringe—something belonging to her sister-in-law, Tamara, which no one was supposed to touch unnecessarily. Larisa had once brought home her own cheerful rug decorated with […]
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Victor was yanking the zipper of his bag shut as though he were fighting with it. It kept catching, and he tugged at it with increasing fury, refusing to look at his wife. On the table lay the tickets, two vacation vouchers, and a list of medications written in Valentina Petrovna’s large handwriting. “You’ve already […]
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“All right, that’s enough. We’ll talk later,” Denis said, already carrying the first large bag into the hallway. “We’re exhausted after the journey. Just give us part of the money from the sale without making trouble. Half of it. She’s your mother, after all.” “Yes,” her mother immediately agreed. “Half. You don’t seriously think you’re […]
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Alina entered the rented apartment and pressed the set of keys to her chest. Four years. Four years of denying herself vacations, new dresses, and restaurant meals. Four years of watching other people live while she saved every penny. Kirill was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through something on his phone. He raised his eyes […]
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Lyudmila Ivanovna grabbed the shovel leaning against the fence. “Get out of here!” she screamed. “Get off my property! You come here shouting and intimidating my daughter!” “Mom!” Irina stared at her mother in shock. “Be quiet!” Lyudmila Ivanovna snapped. “I’ll handle this! And you”—she pointed the shovel at Andrei—“get out! And you can shove […]
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