Olga Viktorovna, where are you going? The meeting starts in fifteen minutes,” the head teacher called after her. “Irina Pavlovna, I’m not feeling well,” Olga pressed her palm to her forehead. “A migraine is starting.” “Pick up all the materials from Marina Sergeyevna later. And don’t forget to fill out the attendance register.” The stairwell … Read more
— Nadyusha, my dear daughter, can you hear me?” Regina Nikolaevna’s voice sounded both pitiful and demanding over the phone. “I urgently need a new vacuum cleaner. The old one has completely broken down, can you imagine? Sparks are flying from it. I’m afraid it’ll start a fire.” Nadya pressed the phone to her ear … Read more
“So, does that mean there’s nowhere for us to sit? What a fine way to welcome relatives to the table!” Aunt Zhanna exclaimed indignantly. Vera got up from her seat and moved two chairs closer to the table, where place settings had already been laid out for her husband’s picky aunts. “Everything is ready. We’ve … Read more
Marina lowered the heavy grocery bags onto the floor and leaned her back against the cool hallway wall. Her temples were pounding, her legs aching as if she had just run a marathon instead of working a full shift in accounting and then spending another hour pushing through a stuffy supermarket. The bag handles had … Read more
— What kind of peasants have dragged themselves in here? — Valentina Sergeyevna swept her eyes over my parents as if she had found cockroaches in her plate of oysters. — Security! Remove these… people from the hall immediately. There is no place for such an audience at my anniversary celebration in the Metropol! My … Read more
— Do you really think I’m going to believe in an “urgent meeting” on a Saturday evening, Vadim? Lena stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, watching her husband hurriedly stuff a phone charger and a spare shirt into his leather briefcase. “Lenusya, don’t start, okay?” Vadim did not even turn … Read more
“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