Yana stood beside her husband and kept quiet. He was exactly as she had always seen him: grown, successful, already with two children. But he still couldn’t let go of that old grievance against his parents. She understood that it lived inside him like a scar that never healed. And no matter how hard he […]
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He pretended to be a sleeping prince, and I—a sinful fairy, until a six-year-old girl let truth into my world, a truth that smelled sharper and more bitter than hospital antiseptic. The silence in the apartment was so thick and heavy it felt almost edible. The lights outside had long since gone out, yet Alisa […]
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“And just imagine: I walk into an appliance store, pick out a vacuum cleaner, go up to the register—and the card doesn’t work!” Eleonora Viktorovna was telling the story indignantly, waving her hands; her voice trembled with genuine offense. “I entered the PIN three times and it kept saying ‘incorrect’! Your Sofia changed the PIN […]
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Sofia couldn’t find peace from the very break of dawn. Her heart clenched with anxiety, and her fingers aimlessly sifted through the contents of an old jewelry box. She turned the whole room upside down, looked into every corner, but the small pendant so dear to her heart had vanished without a trace. That trinket […]
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The silence in the house was of a special kind—thick and heavy, as if everything living around had held its breath, awaiting the inevitable end. The air, usually filled with the aromas of coffee and fresh pastries, now seemed motionless and sterile, saturated with medicine and quiet grief. In that ringing emptiness, the only proof […]
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The air in the pine forest was thick and saturated, like liquid honey, filled with the tart scent of needles, damp earth, and fallen leaves just touched by decay. The rays of the warm, no longer scorching but gentle September sun filtered through the dense canopy of fir and pine boughs, scattering fanciful patterns of […]
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Collecting the softened cream from the pastry, Alexandra sank deep into her thoughts and for a moment forgot where she was. She and her mother had met at a café to discuss the future of the atelier. Elena Vladimirovna could no longer manage on her own. Business was booming, and she was planning to expand. […]
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— “Why didn’t your mother call this time and say she was leaving?” Regina asked her husband. “The flowers need care. She puts so much of her heart into them. If the soil dries out, some finicky plants never recover. Why was she so reckless this time? Was she in that much of a hurry?” […]
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The first rays of the morning sun gently gilded the edge of the pillow on which little Bogdan slept. His breathing was even and serene, and his hand clutched the corner of a soft blanket. Arseny, his father, stood in the nursery doorway, his heart filling with quiet, profound happiness. He watched the boy’s eyelashes […]
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“Since you’re so sure I’m a whore, why don’t you tell everyone here who your son really belongs to? Because you yourself let it slip to me!” Dmitry’s voice was quiet, almost pleading. He stood in the middle of the room already dressed in his formal suit, nervously smoothing an impeccably tied tie. Svetlana didn’t […]
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