The entrance hall greeted Elena with its usual smell of fried potatoes and someone’s cheap chlorine cleaner. She wearily leaned her shoulder against the wall, waiting for the elevator. Her legs were aching as if she had spent the whole day not sorting papers in the district court office, but unloading coal wagons. In a … Read more
“Are you sure my money won’t make you feel sick, my dear mother-in-law? Say one more word against me, and you can take your precious son back.” The key turned in the lock with difficulty, creaking as if the apartment itself was reluctant to let in its new owners. Alisa inhaled deeply, breathing in the … Read more
“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