Рубрика: ANIMALS

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 […]

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 […]

“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 […]

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 […]

“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 […]

“Lena. I’m going to tell you something now. Just don’t interrupt.” He said it on Tuesday, during dinner. I had just served Igor borscht — with sour cream, the way he liked it, and pampushki. Igor is my husband. We have been married for twelve years. Our son Nikita is ten, in fourth grade. “I’m […]

“It will be better for everyone this way, Mom,” Kirill said, placing my travel bag by the door without even trying to pretend he felt awkward. “Leave quietly. Don’t make it complicated.” I stood in the middle of the hallway, still wearing my house slippers, and looked at my own son as if I were […]

“Either you sign over half of the pastry shop to Yulia, or we’ll ruin you!” Denis shouted, slamming a sheet of paper folded in four onto the glass display case. I instinctively pressed the pastry bag to my chest — the one I had just been using to pipe lemon curd onto parchment. “This is […]