All Amazing Babies

Yana pushed the apartment door open and immediately heard voices from the kitchen. Her husband Igor was talking with his mother—Valentina Stepanovna. The woman had arrived in the morning and settled in the kitchen, as usual. “So what’s going on with the TV?” Igor asked. “It’s gotten really old,” the mother-in-law complained. “The picture is … Read more

  “Who is this?” Sergey Alexandrovich asked, voice cold as steel, the moment Anna stepped over the threshold with a newborn bundled against her chest. There was no gladness, no wonder—only a flint of irritation. “Do you honestly expect me to accept this?” He had come home from yet another weeks-long business trip: contracts, meetings, … Read more

Zhanna smoothed her hair and looked at Max’s parents’ house. The two-story brick mansion had always seemed too big for two elderly people. Well, ready?” Max pulled the bags from the trunk. “Of course,” she smiled. Fifteen years of marriage had taught her how to hide awkwardness. The door was opened by Irina Vasilievna. Made … Read more

A dense, airless quiet pressed against the apartment, saturated with incense and the fading sweetness of lilies. Marina sat hunched at the edge of the couch as if the silence itself weighed on her shoulders. The black dress clung and itched, a rough reminder of why the rooms felt so lifeless: she had buried her … Read more

The commuter train was slowly approaching the familiar platform, and Anna pressed her forehead to the carriage’s cold windowpane. She hadn’t been to this town in five years. Five years of building a career in the capital, working twelve-hour days, saving on everything—even the coffee from the vending machine. Every kopek went into her dream … Read more

“Katya, where’s my blue tie?” Dmitry shouted from the bedroom. Ekaterina stood over the stove, stirring oatmeal that had already turned thick and listless. Seven years of marriage, and every morning played like a looped reel: he sprinted toward money and importance; she hovered between the kettle and the washing machine. “In the closet, second … Read more

For most people, a cemetery is a place of farewell, grief, an ending. For Lyonya it had become something like home. Not in the literal sense: he had no roof over his head, unless you counted the weathered granite crypt he crawled into only in the harshest frosts. But in spirit, in his soul, he … Read more

Seven years. For seven years I’ve lived in this apartment, for seven years I’ve woken up next to Anton, for seven years I’ve put up with his mother’s barbs. For seven years I’ve heard the same thing: “You came from your backwater and settled yourself right into a ready-made little nest.” Valentina Petrovna never misses … Read more

I’ve hosted Easter every year since we bought the house. It was never a discussion; it simply became a fact, an unspoken clause in the marriage contract. My husband Mark’s sister, Lena, didn’t like the fuss. His mother used to host, but after she passed, the heavy, floral-scented mantle of holiday matriarch settled quietly onto … Read more

Emily Carter’s day had been a study in blessed monotony, the kind of routine 12-hour shift most EMTs prayed for. No mangled steel on the highway, no frantic CPR on a cold kitchen floor. Just the quiet, steady rhythm of a city breathing. She’d clocked out just after sunset, her ponytail a messy afterthought and … Read more