“She’s going to get angry, Max.” Ira muttered the words so softly I could barely hear her, and she didn’t even turn her head. One arm pulled our son close, while the other gripped a sponge dripping with cloudy, gray foam onto the floor. Instead of looking at me, her gaze was fixed on the … Read more
Every weekend, uninvited guests would show up at Olga’s dacha. Her mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and their kids would arrive as if it was their own place—until Olga decided she’d had enough. On Saturday, at half past eight in the morning, Olga heard the crunch of gravel on the driveway. Her coffee in the pot hadn’t even … Read more
“Come on, show me how much bonus you got! And don’t even think about hiding a single ruble!” I slowly put the knife down on the cutting board. Beside me sat a thick white envelope, tied with a thin gift ribbon, and right next to it in a vase was a luxurious bouquet of peony … Read more
“Alright then,” I said as I stood up, walked over to the trash bin, and carefully fished out the jar of jam—thankfully, it was sitting right on top of a clean pizza box—and placed it on the table. “You two are going to grab your things and go back where you came from. And you’re … Read more
“Mom, please don’t laugh,” Polina said, glancing at the three huge boxes by the door of her new apartment. “But I think Denis has moved in before I even did.” Oksana set a bag of disposable cups on the windowsill and took a look at the boxes. One box was labeled “Computer” in marker, another … Read more
“Hey, do you even realize what you’re saying?” Oleg spoke quietly, almost calmly—but it was that quietness that was scarier than if he’d yelled. “Your aunt lived her whole life alone. She welcomed us for so many years. And this is how you repay her now?” Katya stood by the kitchen table, looking at her … Read more
Lera adjusted a strand of her hair for what must have been the fifth time already. She was holding a bottle of semi-sweet wine they’d purposely picked up at “Aromatny Mir” for 900 rubles, not at “Pyaterochka.” Beside her, Alexei balanced a “Praga” cake in his hands, nervously shifting from foot to foot like a … Read more
“Mom, you must understand that every penny counts for us right now, and with all your injections, you’re becoming a real burden on our family.” The words echoed too loudly in the quiet of the tiny kitchen, like someone had slammed a metal ruler on the table. The teaspoon the woman had been stirring in … Read more
He spent the whole week having fun with someone else, while a suitcase was waiting for him at home. Sergey stepped out of the taxi by the familiar garages. The evening sun was setting, painting the metal roofs a deep orange. He adjusted the strap of his bag, straightened his shoulders, and smiled. The week … Read more
“Marina, give your dad another slice of pie, he’s been on the road for three hours and hasn’t eaten a thing,” Artyom nudged the dish of apple pie toward me and flashed my mother an exaggerated, caring smile. Mom gently touched the porcelain cup. Her fingers were dry and wrinkled from a lifetime working in … Read more