Only for Mashenka “Hey, what are you looking at?” Grandma Nadezhda Petrovna finally notices Lisa, as if she had materialized at the table by accident. Lisa remains silent. She simply watches as Mashenka squints with pleasure while licking a pink drop of ice cream from a waffle cup. The second one is held in her […]
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Did you put the cups in the wrong way again?» the sharp voice of the mother-in-law filled the small kitchen. «Anna Vitalievna, I place them the way that makes washing them easier,» the daughter-in-law replied quietly, as she continued to carefully stack the plates in the sink. Tuesday morning began as usual—with complaints and dissatisfaction. […]
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Maria fell in love at first sight with a new classmate. His name was Rustam. Such guys are usually called «majors» – they drive expensive cars, wear designer clothing, and the case on their phone costs more than the average monthly salary. But it was him that attracted Maria, not his status. She liked everything […]
Continue...Irina looked at the document, and her hands were trembling. The lines danced before her eyes, but the essence remained unchanged – the country house, their family’s country house, now belonged to Lena. How could that be? For ten years, Andrey and she had invested money, effort, and soul into it… And now her mother-in-law […]
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Igor turned 33—a milestone age when some are already managing production, others going through divorces, and still others continuing to live by the rules set back in the eighth grade by a strict mother. Igor had grown accustomed to being the “good son.” Whenever he heard the word “independence,” he didn’t think of a mortgage […]
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She felt that she had annoyed everyone, including her son and both grandchildren. She knew that all the employees in her huge office called her nothing else but “old woman.” Involuntarily, she approached the mirror: «Am I really an old woman? I may be seventy, but I look wonderful,» she mused as she twirled, once […]
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– What’s with that masculine voice talking there? – the mother asked strictly, as if her daughter were fifteen rather than thirty. – It’s the TV. Ma, what did you want? – Lera replied, clearly eager to end the conversation quickly. – Nothing. I need to talk to you. Seriously! – the mother emphasized the […]
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This morning, Rita once again found her mother-in-law, Zinaida Kirillovna, in her apartment. As usual, she was rummaging through the refrigerator, sorting through the groceries Rita had bought the day before. It seemed that this impudence would never end. “Is the sausage fresh, though? I can’t seem to find the expiration date. When did you […]
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