“Since you’re at the dacha, we’re coming too!”

“We’re already on the road, we’ll be there in about forty minutes. Vadik finally took his big seven-seater for a spin. Did you take out any meat? He’s hungry after the drive, and we’re not alone— the Ivanovs are coming with us,” my sister-in-law’s voice said energetically and confidently on the phone. I stood on … Read more

“Don’t get in the way—we have important guests,” my sister-in-law ordered at my own dacha. But my toast changed everything

“Don’t get underfoot, Galya, we have very important guests today,” Larisa ordered, pushing me away from the porch of my own house. She adjusted her light chiffon scarf, which looked as out of place against our old, moss-covered Antonovka apple tree as a diamond tiara would on the head of a collective farm chairman. I … Read more

So after the wedding, I’m just supposed to quit my job and take care of your mother? Find another bride, the fiancée said right outside the registry office.

Anna learned to give injections when she was eighteen. She picked up intramuscular injections from a video online, and subcutaneous ones thanks to a nurse at the local clinic who visited once to show her, then said, “You’ll do the rest yourself, girl, I have forty more homes like yours.” Anna practiced on an orange. … Read more

“You are nobody in this apartment!” — My mother-in-law raised her glass and publicly cut my husband out of her will

— Attention, everyone, I have an announcement! Zinaida Pavlovna stood up with her glass in hand, looking as solemn as if she were about to present a state award. The glass trembled slightly, but her voice rang out loud and clear across the apartment. I was sitting next to Lesha, absent-mindedly straightening the napkin on … Read more

Who would ever give it back to her?—my mother-in-law chuckled over the phone, not realizing her daughter-in-law was standing in the doorway, hearing every word.

“If you don’t sign these papers at the notary tomorrow, you can forget that you even have a husband.” Roman was standing in the bedroom doorway, clinging to the frame as if someone had just told him all hope for humanity was lost. He wore the shirt he always picked when he wanted to look … Read more

Moving in together: whose place will it be?

“Miss, I have four boxes. Where should I bring them?” Elina pulled her phone away from her ear and double-checked the number. She was definitely expecting a delivery, but only one—a pack of water filters. “What boxes?” “Men’s clothing, I think. They’re labeled: ‘books,’ ‘shoes,’ ‘kitchen,’ and…” the man paused. “‘Important.’” “That last label is … Read more