Grandmother died on Thursday. Quietly, just as she had lived these last years: without an ambulance, without fuss, in her room on Lomonosov Street, where it smelled of Corvalol and old books. I found out from my mother. She called at half past eight in the morning, her voice even, as if she were dictating … Read more
“Marinka Needs It More”: My Husband Gave My Bonus to His Sister. By Morning, He Was Looking for Money to Get His Car Out of the Impound Lot “Marinka needs it more. She’s weak, and you’ll earn more,” my husband said without even lifting his eyes from the television when I threw the empty kraft … Read more
When my husband said that phrase to me — calmly, over dinner, while serving himself a second helping of borscht — at first I did not even understand that he was not joking. “Masha. I talked to Mom. And to Irka. In short, we’ve come to the conclusion that we need to transfer shares in … Read more
The broken cup lay by the baseboard, scattered into three uneven shards. On the floor, among flour, spilled sunflower oil, and fragments of faience, a kitchen chair lay overturned, one leg twisted out of place. The fronts of the lower cabinets were hanging open, the doors dangling from a single hinge, and a dark wet … Read more
“Natalya Nikolaevna, don’t get upset, but your former mother-in-law has opened a whole meeting by the third entrance. She says you drove the man to ruin.” The voice of our concierge, Zinaida Pavlovna, sounded over the phone with the intonation of a theater prompter announcing a fire on stage. “Drove him to ruin, did I?” … Read more
Marina stood at the checkout in Pyaterochka and counted the groceries in her head for the third time. Yogurt for the younger one, buckwheat, dumplings for two hundred and fifty, tomatoes. It came to one thousand eight hundred, and she had one thousand six hundred in her wallet. “Mom,” her daughter’s voice on the phone … Read more
The heavy winter boot flew within an inch of my ear and slammed into the coat rack with a dull thud. The coat hanging on it collapsed heavily to the floor, as if someone had simply thrown it down. “Are you deaf?” Oleg stood in the doorway of the living room, unbuttoning the top button … Read more
The golden link snapped with a sound as if someone had bitten through a dry piece of macaroni. The sharp jerk burned the skin at the back of Valeria’s neck, and she felt the thin chain — her thirtieth-birthday gift to herself — slide down behind the bodice of her evening dress. There were exactly … Read more
Nina moved the phone away from her ear, looked at the screen as if expecting to see Larisa’s shameless face there, and slowly exhaled. “I’m telling you, we’re coming to your place for pancakes with the whole family, but make sure you buy red caviar. We don’t eat plain ones!” her sister-in-law declared so loudly … Read more
Forget about your birthday — my mother’s blood pressure is high and she feels terrible!” her husband declared, not knowing his wife was celebrating already — in a new apartment, and without him “Have you completely lost your mind?!” Artyom burst into the living room and threw his jacket over the back of the armchair … Read more