“Larisa Alexandrovna, why are you deciding, without me, who gets to live in MY house?! On what grounds?!” Lida picked up her phone again. A small notification vibration made her heart tighten. Another message from the banking app. A delay in the rent payment. Again. Usually, guests transferred the money right after booking, but this … Read more
“If your mother is the mistress of this home, then it’s time for me to look for a new apartment!” I snapped, listening to his arguments in defense of my mother-in-law. Anna straightened the photograph on the wall — another “improvement” from Olga Ivanovna that irritated her every time she looked at it. Lately, her … Read more
— There will be thirty guests in our apartment for my mother’s anniversary! Clear out the fridge and your personal space! her husband declared. “Do you even realize what you just said?” Artyom’s voice trembled, not from emotion, but from irritation that had been building up for years like dust under a wardrobe. Victoria silently … Read more
“Do you even understand what you’re saying? This is my apartment. Mine. And I’m the one who makes decisions here too.” “Have you lost your mind, Marina?” Igor was no longer speaking loudly, but hoarsely somehow, as if the words were stuck in his throat. “We’re husband and wife, and you’re talking to me like … Read more
— Did you even understand what you just allowed your mother to do? — Lena said so loudly that she surprised herself with her own voice. — Did you even hear what she said? — Lena, stop it, — Andrey automatically glanced toward the kitchen, where something was rustling, clinking, and where his mother, without … Read more
“Then please your husband properly so he doesn’t throw you out! And we’ll divide our apartment between Kristina and Matvey. What do you need square meters for?” Nina Ivanovna, my mother, calmly set the silver cake server aside. The metallic sound rang sharply in the silence hanging over the table. A greasy crumb of buttercream … Read more
Sunday morning promised nothing except an attempt to scrub the baking tray after yesterday’s chicken. Alina, a forty-eight-year-old woman with a spine of steel forged in battles with the housing and utilities system, stood at the sink. The water roared, drowning out thoughts about eternal matters — namely, the fact that dishwashing liquid had gone … Read more
Galina Petrovna was washing the dishes and heard everything. Not on purpose — it was just that the kitchen in their apartment was arranged in such a way that the extractor hood had not worked for the third year already, the window had to be kept open, and Sergey was talking on the phone out … Read more
— Well, Mom, make yourself comfortable — this room is yours now. Olya prepared everything so perfectly, — Oleg’s voice sounded cheerful and proprietary. Olga stood in the middle of the hallway with a damp cloth in her hands. The heavy exhaustion from the deep cleaning was instantly replaced by burning irritation. For the last … Read more
Marina stood at the ironing board, pressing the seam on a velvet dress. Her slender fingers guided the iron along the stitch line with practiced precision, leaving not a single wrinkle behind. The order had to be delivered in the morning, and the clock had already passed midnight. From the room came the sound of … Read more