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Snow fell quietly and softly. It covered the streets, the rooftops of houses, settled on the shoulders of passersby. Through the thick white veil, a woman made her way. In her arms, she held a child — a tiny bundle wrapped in a gray blanket, with a small hat on his head. The boy slept … Read more

— Do you really think this place is suitable for living with a child?” My gaze drifted over the leaning walls of the house, which seemed to be held up only by a miracle and rusty nails. “— Olga, let’s not be dramatic. I’m leaving you the whole house with its land, even though I … Read more

Marina stopped at the kitchen doorway and felt the unspoken words stuck in her throat. Her hand involuntarily clenched the phone — still warm from the message from her boss about the bonus. Three voice messages from Lena, her friend, with whom they had almost already bought tickets for a two-week vacation in Turkey. “What?” … Read more

An elderly man hesitantly approached the grand entrance of a fashionable restaurant. His suit was neatly pressed but noticeably worn — apparently, he had worn it many years ago and had only just put it on again after a long time. His gray hair lay in sparse strands, as if unsure whether to stay in … Read more

Natasha and her husband were leaving the restaurant where they had celebrated his birthday. The evening had been wonderful. Many guests had come, including relatives and colleagues. Natasha met many of them for the first time, but if Dmitry had invited them, he knew what he was doing. Natasha was one of those people who … Read more

The phone ringing in the apartment caught Elliott Row by the stove. An omelet was frying in the pan, filling the kitchen with the aroma of garlic and melted butter. He wiped his hands on a towel and cast an irritated glance at the screen — the number was unknown. “Hello?” he answered shortly, continuing … Read more

“Anna Mikhailovna, your father… he this morning…” Lyudmila Ivanovna’s voice trembled. I gripped the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.   “What’s wrong with him?” I asked, surprised at how unfamiliar my own voice sounded. “His heart gave out. Mikhail Petrovich passed away in his sleep.” Fifteen years. Fifteen years had passed since … Read more

My name is Marina. I’m 29 years old. I’m Anya’s older sister — the one who was always held up as an example to her in childhood. Until one day, I simply stopped being noticed as soon as the younger sister was born: bright, loud, irresistible. Anya always knew how to be the center of … Read more

When Marina Yuryeva gave birth to a son, her husband Igor was stunned. The child, who was supposed to become the new member of their Slavic family, turned out to be dark-skinned, as if he had just arrived from the shores of Africa. “How is this possible?” Igor thought. His bewilderment turned into suspicion and … Read more

“Sokolova? Marina Sokolova?! Did you really come after all?” Igor Valentinov stretched his lips into a smile, but his eyes remained cold. “Guys, look who showed up!” Marina stopped at the restaurant door. Fifteen years had passed, but his voice still carried the same mocking tone familiar from their student days. She took a deep … Read more