Victor was steering the motorboat over the calm surface of the Gulf of Finland, while his passengers — tourists from Moscow — were eagerly casting their fishing lines. The day was going wonderfully: the clear sun was shining, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the fish were biting willingly. “Victor Semyonych, is that something floating […]
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Cheese Soup and Uninvited Guests Vera carefully smoothed the fuzzy blanket over the back of the sofa, arranged the pillows in a symmetrical semicircle, and sighed with satisfaction. The air was filled with a harmonious blend of aromas — cheese soup with thyme, a crispy baguette with rosemary, just taken out of the oven. Everything […]
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Kirill was walking down the street, noticing nothing around him. As if through a fog, he pushed forward, bumping into passersby who grumbled discontentedly behind him—but he did not hear them. He didn’t even know where he was or which part of the city surrounded him. Everything seemed distant, alien. The man seemed to have […]
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— Can you imagine, I booked us a hotel in Sochi! Three stars, but it’s right on the first line, just five minutes walk to the sea! — Marina was excitedly showing her husband photos on the laptop screen. — Look at the view from the balcony! And here’s the beach… clean, sandy! And breakfast […]
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— Tanya? — Zhanna didn’t expect to see her ex-husband’s sister at the doorstep. The girl was completely soaked, water streaming down from her long hair. — It started to pour while I was coming. My things got wet, I need to wring them out… Can I come in? — Well… Come in. — Zhanna […]
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The bright light of the street lamps spread across the empty courtyard as Lyuba went down to the parking lot, nervously twisting her car keys in her hands. The morning chill betrayed the beginning of autumn, and the woman shivered, buttoning up her jacket. She scanned the row of parked cars and froze. The spot […]
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Nadezhda sat in an old wicker chair on the veranda, sorting through raspberries picked that morning. The June sun played through the leaves of the apple trees, casting whimsical shadows on the wooden floor. From the open window came the ringing laughter of children. Nadezhda’s nephews, Dima and Katya, were running around the yard with […]
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I’ve always considered myself a rational person. As a child, I dreamed of becoming an architect — I was fascinated by shapes, lines, and space. In the end, I became an interior designer, which, in a way, wasn’t far from that dream. Work brought not only money but also satisfaction — transforming dull, square meters […]
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Ilya turned 32 years old. To say that he was raised in a strict and traditional environment would be an understatement. But he remained a bachelor, not because he didn’t want a family, but simply because he hadn’t met the one woman who would truly appreciate him for who he was. Although there were plenty […]
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Is six months a lot? Lidia stood by the stove, gripping the wooden spatula as though she was about to use it as a weapon. Shrimp with garlic and pepper sizzled in the pan, but she was trying not to think about how much that pan had cost and how much the shrimp had cost. […]
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