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“Where do you think you’re going?! Stay home and make some fresh salads. I’m going to my mother’s. I’ll wish her a Happy New Year and come right back,” Oleg told his wife. “Why are you going alone? The children are tired of sitting at home. We haven’t gone anywhere all holidays anyway. Come on, … Read more

Sveta opened the door with her own key and immediately understood: there was an enemy in the house… It smelled like cutlets. But not hers, her signature ones with garlic and bread soaked in milk. These smelled like some cafeteria-style patties—greasy, with far too much onion. And there was also the smell of cheap “Lavender” … Read more

Polina was scrolling through her mother-in-law’s Instagram and frowning more and more. First there was a new Louis Vuitton bag, then a photo from a restaurant with the caption “Enjoying life,” and the following week, a selfie in a new mink coat. Polina closed the app and started thinking. Anna Mikhailovna received a pension of … Read more

There are women who cry at the moment of their deepest humiliation. Rita Sokolova never cried. She thought. That very quality saved her marriage—or rather, it did not save it, but changed it so much that even now her husband sometimes looks at her with caution, the way people look at an unfamiliar dog: it … Read more

Zina stood in the doorway of her one-room apartment and looked at a scene that, only a month earlier, would have seemed absurd to her. Her husband, Stepan, was bustling around in the kitchen, brewing tea in her favorite teapot — the one he previously would not have gone near even from a meter away. … Read more

The keys to the rented apartment still smelled new when someone knocked on the door for the first time. Dasha and Igor had only just managed to bring in the last box of belongings when Valentina Petrovna herself appeared on the threshold, carrying two enormous bags and wearing the expression of a person ready to … Read more

— So what if we eat at your place! You won’t go broke! — Marina unceremoniously pushed back a chair and sat down at the kitchen table without even washing her hands after coming in from outside. — Come on, you both work, you don’t have kids, you can afford to treat your relatives. Don’t … Read more

“What do you mean?” Sasha asked again, and genuine surprise mixed with his usual confidence sounded in his voice. He was standing in the doorway of her apartment, holding a folder with some documents, as if he had come on business and not to see his ex-wife. Inna looked at him and could no longer … Read more

“Calm down, Olya. You simply live here, so just live here. And the documents are just a formality that has absolutely nothing to do with you.” Denis’s words sounded casual and indifferent. He was sitting at the kitchen table, slowly finishing his dinner, and he did not even look in his wife’s direction. Olga stood … Read more

Yulia stood by the kitchen window, slowly stirring her coffee and looking out at the snow-covered courtyard. In the hallway, Kirill was getting ready for work, muttering something under his breath and rustling papers. “Listen,” her husband said with deliberate casualness, “you’ll cover the mortgage this month yourself, right? I’ve got a problem with the … Read more