“Irina will stay with you for a couple of months,” my mother-in-law said—how my sister-in-law turned our life into chaos and ended up thrown out with her bags. “Yana, do you even realize what you’re doing?! Kicking your husband’s own sister out onto the stairwell at three in the morning, with all her stuff—that’s the […]
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«It’s too runny,» my mother-in-law said as she licked the spoon. «Let me tell you something: cream should stand tall like a soldier on duty. Yours is sitting down.» I shoved my hands into the pockets of my sweater. The honey cake with eight layers stood in the middle of my kitchen in an open […]
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Iryna never visited her sister without her bag. It was big and brown with a brass clasp, and on the way there it dangled from her arm as if it weighed nothing, like an empty basket. But on the way home, the bag was always heavy: filled with jars of pickles, a bundle of dumplings, […]
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Mykola Petrovych, how many more apples can you bring! My cellar is packed to the brim, and I’ve got three crates sitting in the attic already! Halyna stepped out onto the porch, wiping her hands on her apron. At the gate stood her neighbor with a woven basket filled with big yellow-green apples. He wore […]
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I’m forty years old. My daughter’s name is Tina, she’s sixteen. Yesterday, for the first time, she said words to me that kept me up all night. “Mom, you’ve ruined my whole life! As soon as I turn eighteen, I’ll leave this place and you’ll never see me again!” She slammed her bedroom door so […]
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«Taras Petrovych, you’re counting as if you’re tossing cement bags onto a truck again. One-two-three, not ONE! TWO! THREE!» Solomiya, the instructor who looked no older than twenty-five, was laughing without a trace of malice. Taras smiled too, even though his shirt was already sticking to his back with sweat, and once again, his left […]
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