— Glashka, do you want to get married?

— Glashka, do you want to get married? — Are you planning to marry me? — Glafira snapped, brushing off the hand of the cheeky Mishka Zotkin. He just laughed loudly, grinning broadly, clearly showing his interest in her voluptuous figure. — So, you agree? — Mishka tried to come closer again. — Let’s go […]

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She took the blame for her son and went to prison… And upon being released on parole, she found out that her own blood had sold the house, thrown her out on the street, and now lives like a king!

Vera Sergeyevna stopped at the familiar gate as if rooted to the ground. Suddenly, her strength left her—she had run, it seemed, without seeing the road, like a madwoman, jumping off the bus as soon as it stopped, and rushed through the autumn wind that cut to the bone. Her heart pounded in her chest […]

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The old woman from apartment twenty-three was hated by the entire building. Nobody knew her first name or patronymic, and frankly, no one cared.

The old woman from apartment 23 had long become a legend throughout the entire building. Not in a good way, of course — rather, she belonged to those dreadful everyday nightmares whispered about on the stair landings, sighed over near the mailboxes, and grumbled about while drinking tea with neighbors. Most people didn’t even know […]

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You are just HUMILIATING my parents!» — The Bride’s Hysteria, the Groom’s Silence, and a Scandal That Made the Guests Leave Before the Cake

— We are giving you half a million rubles, — Dmitry announced, and his voice rolled through the banquet hall like a triumphant fanfare. Applause erupted instantly, like sparks from a fire; someone even gasped with delight. The guests exchanged glances, their eyes shining with approval, and the air was charged with a light festive […]

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The wealthy man spotted a freezing girl on the roadside and decided to help her, and when he invited her to visit, an unexpected meeting took place…

The car of businessman Nikodimov slid almost silently along the highway toward the city. The billionaire’s driver — Ivan, who usually gladly chatted with his employer during trips — was unusually focused and silent today. The weather did not encourage conversation: a snowstorm swirled like lace in the air, dense snowflakes fell onto the road, […]

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Transfer 50 thousand for mother’s anniversary, I’m tight on money,” the husband commanded in a message. “Doesn’t matter. It’s your family — you’re the son, so you pay.

Maria stood in the kitchen, reading the message. A second time. A third. “Transfer 50 thousand for mother’s anniversary. I’m tight on money.” From Andrey. Her ex-husband. The very same one who a year ago said: — We’re grown-ups, Masha. Why do we need courts, alimony, all this circus? I will help. I promise. And […]

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