“I’d like five jars of lecho. And three of adjika. And cucumbers with tomatoes, of course,” — the sister showed up again for preserves.

— Well, hello there, hard workers! I’ve come for some treats! The bright voice burst into the kitchen through the open window, making Nina flinch. The tongs slipped from her hands and splashed into the pot of boiling water. The scalding droplets burned her wrist, but the pain faded to the background—Svetlana herself was standing … Read more

“We’ll do a DNA test.” She didn’t dare object. “Fine,” she answered lifelessly. “Go ahead.

Zoya had always felt that her mother didn’t love her. It wasn’t that Yelizaveta Leonidovna ever said it outright or behaved deliberately cold. She never shouted, never reproached her, never said anything openly hurtful. Everything was like in other families, even better: nice clothes, new toys, trips to the sea. She always cooked delicious food, … Read more

We can’t keep canceling our plans every weekend just because your mom urgently needs to go to the dacha, back from the dacha, to the market! She’s an adult, let her…

So, tomorrow morning we’re taking the bikes to the new park, and then to that little Georgian restaurant that opened on the embankment?” Katya set a plate of pasta down in front of Alexey with a smile. Her voice sounded light, filled with the anticipation of a well-deserved rest. Friday evening was spreading through their … Read more