By Saturday noon, it had become perfectly clear to me that staying home was probably not a good idea. My phone had already rung three times in just twenty minutes. Each relative began the conversation in almost exactly the same way: first, they cautiously asked what I was doing, and then, as if it were […]
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It all started with that ill-fated kazan. My husband, Anton, had bought it a week earlier and hadn’t stopped admiring it since. A genuine Uzbek cast-iron kazan with a twelve-liter capacity. It had cost as much as my monthly salary, but he was as happy as a child with a new toy. “Lena, can you […]
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Tell me, Marina, are you even human, or are you some kind of selfish pastry chef?” Nina Mikhailovna plopped down on the sofa, adjusted her robe covered in pink cats, and stared at me over her glasses as if I owed her twenty years of care and gratitude. I had only just come home from […]
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“My Mother’s Soup Tastes Better!” my husband whined again. So I put the pot over his head. The pot came down over Danila’s head with a dull clang, sending splashes of half-eaten cream soup flying across the kitchen. For several seconds, my husband stood motionless, as though posing for some ridiculous sculpture, while I […]
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Someone else’s skirt was carelessly draped over the back of a kitchen chair—a light beige one decorated with a row of small buttons and reaching almost to mid-calf. Yulia froze in the kitchen doorway. She had not even taken off her traveling jacket, and her bag was still hanging from her shoulder. She stared at […]
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“Mom, why are you buying strawberries at that price?” Polina said disapprovingly, moving the container of berries farther back in the refrigerator. “You said yourself that you were saving money for new winter boots.” Sofia Leonidovna said nothing at the time. She merely wondered whether her daughter might actually be right. Why should a pensioner […]
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Egor said it in front of everyone—in the presence of his business partners, their wives, and Nastya, who would turn sixteen in a couple of months. The girl looked at her father with the expression people usually wear while waiting for their turn outside a dentist’s office. Larisa stood at the edge of the table, […]
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The key turned in the lock with a soft click that seemed far too loud to Sonya in the morning silence of the apartment building. She pushed the door open, stepped into the entryway, and froze. Her husband’s shoes were standing on the mat. Beside them, tossed down somewhat carelessly, was a pair of women’s […]
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He stood on the threshold of my apartment—older now, his face gray, carrying that particular smell of someone who hadn’t slept properly in a very long time. I looked at him and couldn’t understand why I felt none of the things I was supposed to feel. No hatred. No spiteful satisfaction. Not even surprise. Only […]
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“Don’t bother unpacking the suitcase, Natasha. We’ve already checked everything ourselves,” Lyudmila Sergeyevna said, standing in the bedroom doorway with one shoulder against the frame. I lowered my hands. An empty brass luggage-tag token remained in my palm. The numbers of my flight gleamed faintly on its polished surface. “What did you check?” I asked. […]
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