Stas was pulling a suitcase down from the top shelf, and dust was falling straight into the pot of soup. “Lida, let’s not make a scene,” my husband said. “I’m leaving.” “Then at least don’t sprinkle dust on the soup,” I replied, covering the pot with a lid. “Where are you going, if you don’t … Read more
Nina became a widow at thirty-four. Her husband, Sergey, died in a logging accident—the tree fell the wrong way. She was left alone. With two kids. With a house that was falling apart. With a vegetable garden that no one could tend. With a cow that no one could feed. With a pile of debts … Read more
I got back from the clinic earlier than usual. My son needed a vaccination at school, and my little daughter had caught a cold, so the doctor saw us out of turn. As I walked into the hallway, I saw two big suitcases standing there—my suitcases. I froze with my keys in hand. In the … Read more
“I’m the one who calls the shots in this house. You’re just here enjoying the comfort,” Kostya tossed out without looking up from his phone. In that moment, Olga realized she had spent six years living beside a stranger. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, holding the frying pan she had just taken … Read more
Are you out of your mind? This is MY apartment! Come on, Lena. Mom is old, she needs help. So I don’t need any help? You think I should just go out on the street? Don’t be like that… We’ll figure something out. Lena stared at her husband in disbelief. Viktor, the man she’d shared … Read more
Marina always knew that Lena would show up exactly when she was least expected. It was like she had a special radar for the most inconvenient moments. Today was no exception: just as Marina tried to focus on her report for management, the door slammed and a familiar voice filled the hallway: “Igoryok, I’m here! … Read more
Nina Petrovna examined her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The little wrinkles around her eyes had become more noticeable, and she unconsciously traced the fine lines on her face with her fingers. Forty-five isn’t that old, but the last few days had turned every wrinkle into a deep groove of exhaustion. Beyond the door, the … Read more
I put the ducks in my bag first: one right in the roasting pan, the other in a baking dish, both covered with foil. I could hear the clinking of forks from the other side of the wall. My mother-in-law was laughing in that special voice she reserved for guests: just a tad higher than … Read more
The zipper on the big, dark sports bag screeched with a nasty, metallic sound. Anatoly yanked it all the way closed, exhaled noisily through his nose, and straightened his shoulders, clearly admiring his own decisiveness. He purposely left the front door open so that the damp November draft would swirl around his feet, highlighting the … Read more
“Just don’t touch anything,” Viktor said as we walked into the dishware store. “You still have paint under your nails.” I quickly stuffed my hands into the pockets of my coat. He was right—the paint was still there. A thin blue stripe by my thumb that I hadn’t noticed in the morning. The night before, … Read more