“She’s the mother of my children. It just so happens that on your special day, I’ll be by her side. Don’t take it personally,” Kirill said, looking gently at his fiancée. “What do you mean, don’t take it personally?” Lena nervously snapped a toothpick in half. “I’ve been by your side for almost two years, […]
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“Could you tell me, do you happen to have a tablespoon?” Maxim was standing beside the dismantled stove, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other and staring at his empty hands. The trouble had happened the previous evening: while Olga was preparing dinner, the burners had suddenly stopped responding when she turned them on. […]
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The evening had promised to be quiet. Outside the window, a fine October rain was drizzling, tapping against the metal sill. The apartment smelled of roasted chicken and fresh bread. Nadya was sitting at the table beside her seven-year-old daughter, checking her math homework. Alisa was carefully writing numbers in her notebook, sometimes furrowing her […]
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“You are my wife, and you are obligated to support my masculine decisions.” My husband took out a loan behind my back, then demanded my salary. “So, you are seriously suggesting that I transfer my entire salary to your card, and then write you a written justification in messenger for bus fare and coffee?” I […]
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“Someone like you? My son could find a dozen women like you. Don’t doubt it.” Valentina Petrovna said it calmly, almost without malice — the way people state something obvious, something that requires no proof. As if she were announcing the price of a kilogram of tomatoes at the market. And it was precisely that […]
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“Mom deserves a real celebration!” Alexander declared solemnly, raising a crystal glass of champagne. His voice rang out loudly and confidently, rising above the soft music of the string quartet. The hall burst into applause. Valentina Pavlovna, seated at the head of the table, dabbed the corners of her eyes with a lace handkerchief, smiling […]
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“In a week, my sister will arrive with her husband, and my nephews will come with their families. I’ve already told everyone that the house by the sea is now our family house,” her mother-in-law announced as she unpacked her things in the master bedroom. Vera froze with a cup in her hands. Her morning […]
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Lena had never liked family dinners at her mother-in-law’s. Not because the food was bad. The food was actually good: salads were served in huge bowls, meat came out on baking trays, pies were stacked in piles, as if the people gathering in the house were not relatives, but a small military unit returning from […]
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The air in the spacious living room felt heavy from the abundance of aromas. On the snow-white starched tablecloth, decorated with intricate geometric folds, sparkling crystal salad bowls, expensive porcelain serving dishes, and multi-tiered stands of appetizers crowded together. In the very center of the enormous table rose a homemade farm duck, roasted with sprigs […]
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“Wasn’t there any cheaper pink salmon at Magnit, Nadya?” Tamara Vitalyevna lifted the chilled fish by the tail with disgust—the fish I had paid fifteen hundred rubles for at the supermarket half an hour earlier. It was excellent: firm, with a pink side. “It isn’t pink salmon, it’s salmon,” I said, unloading three heavy bags […]
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