— Yanochka, dear, why didn’t you tell me right away that you now have money? — Hello, Yulia Konstantinovna. I don’t understand what you mean? — How so? Kirill said that your mother transferred a nice sum of money to your account. Yana was a terrible careerist. Work consumed her completely: early mornings, night reports, … Read more
Family dramas, everyday joys, struggles with difficulties, sincere emotions, and unexpected twists of fate — all this awaits you on the channel. “Ira, we need to tell her,” Pavel said firmly as the couple closed themselves in the kitchen. “Either you do it yourself, or I’ll have to.” “Oh God, I can’t,” Irina looked guiltily … Read more
Andrey frowned as he heard his mother’s hoarse voice over the phone. “Mom, why are you breathing so hard?” “I just caught a little cold, son. I’ve been coughing for a week — it just won’t let up.” “Then go see a doctor! At your age, you can’t take colds lightly.” “I did. The doctor … Read more
– Artyom, are you even listening to me? – Huh? Yes, yes, of course, Elina, – Artyom hurriedly sipped his tea, trying to look focused. – I’m asking, which color is better for the wedding: peach or ivory? Artyom thought for a moment. Honestly, he didn’t really understand the difference between those colors, but decided … Read more
“Oh God, I’m so fed up with everything!” — Alexey threw his keys onto the hallway table with a bang as he entered the apartment. “Lyosha, what’s wrong?” his wife asked in surprise. Masha usually came home from work earlier than her husband and managed to tidy up the apartment and cook something for dinner … Read more
“Syoma, are you sitting down?” Lida began, stepping over the kitchen threshold and pulling off her scarf. Having just returned from the notary’s office, she was still in a slight daze — her face showing a mixture of surprise and childlike joy, as if she had found an unexpected gift where she least expected one. … Read more
On Monday, the spacious, sunlit office of the agricultural company buzzed like an agitated beehive. The final meeting was taking place, but most people were already lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, the director—a sturdy man in his fifties named Vitaly Semyonovich, always impeccably dressed in a neat plaid shirt—raised his hand, calling for silence. … Read more
Nina could not understand why her encounters with her former mother-in-law had become so frequent. She couldn’t just write it off as coincidence. Tamara Viktorovna seemed to be stalking her. Their first meeting happened a week ago. The woman herself approached her former daughter-in-law on the street when Nina was leaving the office and heading … Read more
“Zhenya, why are you lying in front of the TV again? Is there really nothing else to do? Just lying there, rubbing your belly, you lazybones,” Margarita Lvovna said in her usual manner. What lazybones? It’s Sunday today, you know? Can’t I at least peacefully lie down on my rightful day off without being disturbed? … Read more
— What is this even?! — Karina exclaimed, unable to hide her irritation, standing in the middle of the living room. Her voice trembled with outrage. She looked around the room, as if hoping to find an answer to her question among the furniture or walls. — Again?! The third time this month! How much … Read more