Month: November 2025

– 8 – The silence between us lasts only a few seconds, but it feels like it contains all three years of our lack of communication, all the unspoken accusations, and all the nights spent in tears. It’s not just silence; it’s the echo of our collapse. Gordey stands in the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, completely

– 7 – The hospital walls become my second reality. Not just white plaster, but a kind of cocoon, a refuge, the only place where I can allow myself to be weak. Long weeks, turning into months, spent under the care of the best cardiologist-obstetrician, whom Sergei’s father found. This doctor, with his high qualifications

– 6 – Varvara   Slamming the door was a gesture. Proud, desperate, theatrical. Living on, alone, with a fragile, barely nascent miracle inside, without a plan other than a vague address on a sheet of paper torn from a diary – that was reality. A heavy reality that fell upon me as soon as

I turn the key in the lock, walk out and slam the door behind me, cutting off the past.– Lesya, for fuck’s sake! – Major Gromov’s voice rings out. – What, did you knock out Mikha? – It’s not my fault! It’s self-defense! – He came to help, Lesya. He’s my friend. – Well, excuse

He doesn’t want a child from me because he’s afraid of losing me . Yeah, right… But at the same time, he wants a child… from someone else. From that young woman who has no “heart problems.” From the one who doesn’t take pills by the handful. I feel a spasm in my stomach. Familiar, sharp. From icy terror.

– 3 – I need fresh air, but I can only take tiny, useless gulps. My head is splitting. Everything around instantly becomes unbearably bright and oppressive. All I can see in my mind is a photograph of my husband holding this pink bundle in his hands. This isn’t just a betrayal. It’s a rupture

– 2 – No. This can’t be my Gordey. Nonsense. Gossip. Ritka imagined something. I wrap my arms around myself. Gordey is the embodiment of reliability, my rock. A military man with an impeccable reputation. He’s never given me any reason to doubt him. Never. Yes, we’ve had some difficulties lately, but… it’s temporary. Everyone

– 1 – “Wa … Rita, née Smirnova, and I were in the same class. After graduation, our paths diverged. I went to pedagogical school, she went to medical school. We occasionally exchanged holiday greetings, and saw each other a couple of times at class reunions. Once, I think, we even hugged for the sake