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Eve
– How old are you? – plastic surgeon Vadim Aleksandrovich Platonov stared at Eva’
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“Happiness After Betrayal: The Story of a Woman Who Survived Infidelity, Loneliness, and Motherhood to Believe in Love Again”
– Don’t you dare call me again, do you understand?! – Anastasia said with cold determination.
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I can’t stand it anymore, go away!
Lately, Pavel couldn’t be around his wife. He didn’t recognize her. Instead of the bright
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– Why should I report? I forgot to ask you what I should spend my money on! – Mother-in-law Galina rebuffed.
– And what, she spent the whole bonus? Really all of it? Such a huge amount of money? –
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Priachin came home from work sober and hungry. His wife, who usually came back from her office an hour earlier and managed to reheat dinner by the time Stas arrived, was strangely absent this time. Priachin turned on the TV and, melancholically chewing a piece of smoked sausage he found in the fridge, stared blankly at the screen. It was another staged court hearing, with insincere emotional displays from the participants, while a plump, grumbling judge in a mourning robe angrily tapped his wooden gavel. And Vika still hadn’t returned. Strange. This was unlike her. Never had she behaved like this before. After waiting for another half an hour and finally breaking his masculine pride, Priachin first dialed Vika’s mobile. It was silent. Then he called the office where Vika worked as some kind of manager, probably in advertising. Nobody picked up the phone. Finally, he heard an irritated, old woman’s voice: — Why do you keep calling, calling? There’s no one here. — No one? Where is everyone? — Priachin asked blankly. — They all went home a couple of hours ago. It’s Friday, after all, a sacred thing, — the old lady snickered. — Alright, stop bothering me, I’m off to clean some more. Priachin, confused, hung up the receiver. So, his wife’s workday had ended over three hours ago. Where had Vika gone? Maybe she had stopped by her mother’s for some reason? But then she would have definitely called! What if something had happened to her? Maybe she was hit by a car, or attacked by thugs? Forgetting about his hunger, Priachin nervously began dialing the phone again. He called his mother-in-law first, but she said Vika wasn’t with her. Priachin reassured her as best as he could, promising to let her know as soon as Vika showed up. Then he called all the hospitals in their rather large regional city, all the morgues, and was terribly offended by the police, who sarcastically advised him: “Sit and wait. She’ll get tired and come home on her own. If not, then come to us. But not before three days.” Priachin also had the number of Vika’s friend, but she said she didn’t know where Vika was. Priachin looked at the time, feeling even more unsettled. It was already past two in the morning. And his wife, his quiet and loyal wife, still hadn’t shown up, neither alive nor dead. Neither sober nor… And then, through the mumbling of the TV, Priachin distinctly heard the uncertain noise of a key turning in the lock at the entrance. Someone was trying to open the door, but couldn’t. Priachin clicked the internal lock, and the door finally opened. And there she was, Stas’s wife, Vika Priachina, still a beauty at thirty, but in what state! Disheveled, staggering, reeking of alcohol and tobacco… More confused than angry, Priachin stepped aside to let his wife in. Vika clopped in on her wobbly heels, leaving dirty tracks on the floor, and plopped down on the couch. — So what, so what if I stayed late at work! — she slurred, anticipating the question from Stas, who was starting to turn red with anger. — And… hic! I have the right! — Where were you? I called every phone! — unexpectedly, even for himself, Priachin screeched with a high-pitched voice. — Where was I, well, I’m not there anymore! — Vika laughed, still clearly provoking a fight. — I’ll kill you, you bitch! — Stas shook with anger and even jumped toward the couch, raising his hand at his wife. — Well, hit me, hit the drunken defenseless woman! — Vika defiantly stuck her chest toward the furious and seemingly deceived husband. — And stop shouting! I just stopped by a friend’s. We… we had a drink, smoked, talked about this and that. What, is it forbidden? Can’t I spend time with friends after a… a stressful workday? — Whose friend were you with? — Stas squinted suspiciously, vaguely recognizing familiar phrases and turns of speech in the conversation but not fully processing them yet. — Was it Natasha’s? — Well, yes, Natasha’s, — Vika immediately fell into the trap. — Listen, I… Igor, stop asking stupid questions. Let’s go, we’ll… drink, then go to bed. — What did you call me? — now Stas stuttered. — What Igor?! And whose red hair is this on your shoulder, huh?! Igor’s, right? — Oh, there’s no Igor! — Vika waved her hand dismissively. — He’s nothing. And you’re nothing. All you men are… nothing! And Igor, by the way, is bald. And anyway, help your wife undress. I’m so tired, I just want to sleep. All the questions for… tomorrow! Realizing that he wouldn’t get anything out of Vika tonight – she was too drunk – Priachin, grinding his teeth, helped her undress and laid her down on the couch. Then he brought her a pillow, angrily shoved it under her head, and covered her with a blanket. — Now, sleep, sleep! — he muttered, surprisingly looking at his wife, who was snoring quietly under the blanket, revealed to him today in an unexpected and far from pleasant light. — Tomorrow we’ll talk. Oh, we’ll talk! Then he went to the kitchen, put the kettle on, lit a cigarette, and fell into heavy thoughts… To be continued in the first comment
Pryakhin came home from work sober and hungry. His wife, who usually returned from her office an hour
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— Artem, could you stay with Alyoshka?! — Lera, fastening her boots on the go, met her husband at the door. — They urgently called me to work. There’s some kind of emergency. — Lera, what are you doing?! I had other plans for today! — Artem protested at first, but Lera quickly shut down all his excuses. — He’s your son, and he’s more important than any of your plans. In the end, you can take him with you. — Well, you take him, — her husband muttered under his breath, but Lera heard. — Artem, stop being silly! You know we can’t have outsiders over. — Yeah, I know, I know, — Artem grumbled. — Go on, labor hero. Lera rushed to work. Artem entered the children’s room. His son was playing in his corner. — Dad’s home! — Alyoshka dropped his toys, got up, and ran to his father. — Are we going somewhere? — Where do you want to go? — the father lifted his son into his arms. — To the park for cars. And ice cream, — the son squinted slyly. — Oh, you little trickster! You know who to ask for ice cream, — Artem laughed. — And should we go somewhere else too? — Where? — Alyoshka, with his usual curiosity, was ready to go anywhere, but he looked at his father in surprise. — You’ll find out later, — Artem already regretted teasing the child. At four years old, Alyoshka was well-developed. He already knew his letters and could count to twenty. Lera enjoyed spending time teaching her son. But she had little free time. As a surgeon in the children’s ICU, she spent much of her time at work. She could be called in at any moment. This time, a critically ill patient had been brought in, and she had to leave urgently, leaving her son with her husband. ©Stella Chiari When she returned home, Lera found that her men were missing. — Hmm, they must’ve gone out, — she looked at the clock. It was already quite late: Alyoshka should’ve been in bed by now. As if hearing her, the front door quietly opened, and Artem entered, carrying the sleeping son. — Worn out, — he whispered, — ran around in the park. The father laid Alyoshka down on the bed. Lera quietly covered him with a blanket, leaned over to kiss her sleeping son, and noticed a faint scent of a woman’s perfume. — Where did you two go? — she asked casually as she left the children’s room. — Alyoshka’s out like a light. — He dragged me to the park. For cars and swings, — Artem behaved as usual, and Lera scolded herself for being suspicious. — Actually, this little rascal also convinced me to get him some ice cream, — Artem gave her a guilty look. — I told him you’d be mad, but you know how he is, hard to say no to him. — That’s true, — Lera laughed quietly, — wonder who he takes after? She flirtatiously shrugged her shoulders, and Artem understood her, grabbing her and carrying her to the bedroom. — Should we make another Alyoshka? Or a Masha? — he whispered in her ear. And then Lera smelled it again. — What’s that smell on you? — she looked at her husband closely, and her cheerful mood suddenly disappeared. — And it’s on the son too. — Ah… that?! It’s a car air freshener I bought. I liked it at first, but when it hung there, everything got soaked in it, couldn’t breathe. I threw it away, — Artem set Lera down. The romantic mood seemed to vanish instantly. — Sorry, — Lera mentally scolded herself. — It’s nothing, let’s go to bed. We need to get up early tomorrow, — Artem turned toward the wall. Lera had no choice but to sleep. In the morning, Artem left while everyone was still asleep. At the factory where he worked, major repairs were starting, and some bosses were staying overnight. Artem was no exception. Sometimes he would leave very early, sometimes return after midnight, disappearing for days at work. When both he and Lera stayed late, Alyoshka would be picked up by his mother-in-law. When Lera woke up, her son came to her bedroom and crawled under the blanket. — Who’s come here? A kitten? — she sleepily hugged her son. — Are you hungry? — Uh-huh, — Alyoshka was growing and always hungry. Other mothers with children his age envied his appetite. They couldn’t get their own kids to eat porridge or soup. — Well, let’s go! — Lera got up, washed her face, and went to make breakfast for her hungry child. — Aunt Sveta doesn’t have plates like these, — Alyoshka examined the little bears at the bottom. Lera flinched. — What Aunt Sveta? — her heart began to race. — We went to visit her after the park yesterday. Dad said she’s his acquaintance, — Alyoshka laid his head on his hands folded on the table and looked at his mother sadly. She felt like he wanted to say more but changed his mind. — And what did you do at Aunt Sveta’s? — Lera tried to stay calm, but her hands were trembling. — I played with Vitalik, and dad had tea in the kitchen. — And Vitalik is Aunt Sveta’s husband? — Lera asked hopefully. — What are you talking about, mom?! — Alyoshka laughed. — Vitalik is Aunt Sveta’s son. He’s still little. He’s two years old. The plate with the bears fell from Lera’s hands and shattered into pieces. — Stay seated, don’t get up, — she told her son. — I’ll clean it up. She swept up the shards, unable to believe that Artem was lying to her. And that it wasn’t a car air freshener. She could still tell the difference between it and women’s perfume. “If she’s just an acquaintance, why didn’t he tell me about her?” — Lera thought as she cooked syrniki. — “He didn’t even mention that they went somewhere to visit. If Alyoshka hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have known. So, these were his plans!” Her insides were boiling. “What should I do?” — she mentally went through her options but couldn’t settle on one. Alyoshka was devouring the syrniki, and it seemed like he had already forgotten about Aunt Sveta and Vitalik. Lera was relieved that it was Saturday, and she didn’t have to go to work. Where could she go in this state?! She’d make a mess of things. — But why did dad kiss Aunt Sveta and Vitalik when we came and when we left? — Apparently, this fact was still bothering Alyoshka. “This is what he wanted to say,” — Lera’s heart squeezed from the emotions and her son’s feelings. — It’s because your dad is very polite, — Lera forced herself to smile. This explanation satisfied Alyoshka, and after eating, he went to play in his room. Lera was frantically thinking: “This Aunt Sveta lives in the same city, and she has a son, Vitalik, who’s two years old. She’s probably on social media, in dad’s friends list,” — Lera opened her laptop. — “Maybe she doesn’t use her real name, but it’s worth trying.” She set the city, name, and approximate age as filters. Among Artem’s friends were many Svetlanas, Svetochkas, Svetiks. She scrolled through photos of these women but couldn’t imagine any of them with Artem. Suddenly, something caught her attention, some common acquaintances in the pictures… Lera stared at the photo of a pretty brunette and felt her heart racing again. She clicked on the woman’s profile and began looking at all her photos. Here’s a woman with a baby bump, here she is with a stroller, and in this photo, with a handsome little boy who looked very much like… Artem. — Do you know Aunt Sveta too? — Alyoshka came up quietly, and Lera jumped. — You went to her place, right? — Lera asked. — Uh-huh, and this is Vitalik, her son, — he pointed at the baby. — Do you remember where they live? Was it far from the park? — Lera seemed to have figured out what she would do. — No, not far. There’s a toy store in the building. Dad bought Vitalik a car. And I got bubbles. I asked for them myself. Want me to show you? — his eyes lit up. — Of course, I do! — Lera waited for her son to bring her his father’s gift and remembered where that troublesome toy store was. She thought she remembered. Alyoshka came back with the bubbles, and they blew and popped them together. It was hard for Lera to force herself to laugh, but for her son’s sake, she managed. Then she called her mother-in-law. To be continued in the first comment
– Artem, will you stay with Alyoshka? – Lera was fastening her boot on the go, meeting her
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— You won’t see my apartment! Go live with your daughter, to whom everything has been bequeathed! — I sharply replied to my mother-in-law. Anton draped a soft blanket over Irina’s shoulders. — Tired, darling? — he asked, settling next to her on the sofa. — A little, — Irina smiled and snuggled up to her husband. — The report drained all my energy. But now I can breathe and enjoy the weekend. The coziness of their three-room apartment enveloped them with warmth. Every item here had its own story, every corner breathed with memories. Irina carefully preserved her grandmother’s legacy, turning the old apartment into a modern nest for her and Anton. Anton’s phone vibrated on the coffee table. The man frowned as he glanced at the screen. — It’s mom again, — he sighed. — The third time tonight. Irina straightened up. — Is something wrong? — I doubt it, — Anton swiped across the screen. — Hello, mom? What’s so urgent? Irina braced herself for yet another complaint from her mother-in-law. Valentina Petrovna was famous for turning small household problems into catastrophes of cosmic proportions. — Cockroaches? — Anton’s eyebrows shot up. — Where did they come from? Irina smirked. Of course, Valentina Petrovna wasn’t responsible for the cockroaches’ appearance. The neighbors must have brought them in. — So? Call the pest control service, — Anton rubbed the bridge of his nose. — No, I can’t come right now… Mom, you’re an adult, you can handle it. To be continued in the first comment
Anton covered Irina’s shoulders with a soft blanket. “Are you tired, darling?” he asked, settling
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The head of the colony asked the prisoner to act as a nanny for his son. She sang a strangely familiar song to the baby. Vasily Sergeyevich heard the phone ring from his pocket for the third time. Finally, he let his subordinates, the female colony employees, go and quickly picked up the receiver. — Hello? At first, there was silence, then the irritated voice of his son’s caretaker sounded. — Vasily Sergeyevich, I’ve called you more than once! He immediately froze, realizing his mistake. — I’m sorry, Ilona Danilovna, I was in a meeting and couldn’t answer. Is something wrong? — Of course something’s wrong, but it’s nothing serious. Kostik has a fever. It’s just a cold, but he can’t stay in the group to avoid infecting the other children. You need to come and take him home. He’s been in the medical office for an hour already. — Ilona Danilovna, you see, I’m at work too, I can’t just leave like that… — That’s no longer my problem, Vasily Sergeyevich. If you don’t care about your son sitting alone in the office, then fine, — replied Ilona Danilovna with such firmness that sometimes crossed into rudeness. Her parents forgave her for this because with the children, she was completely different — caring, gentle, like a mother and mentor. The children adored the young caretaker, constantly discussing what she had said or whom she had praised. Her wards were like family to her. Vasily Sergeyevich hurriedly pulled on his jacket, rushed out of his office, and shouted to Rita: — I’m going to pick up Kostya from kindergarten. He’s sick. I won’t take him to work, I’ll sort it out and call you. He didn’t even hear Rita’s reply, only sighed mentally, realizing that he was always rushing, just like when Tamara was still alive. It seemed as though he couldn’t stop, as if he feared that thoughts of her would overwhelm him if he slowed down. Tamara and Rita were friends, and they had come to work at this organization together. Tamara worked in the supplies department. By the time Vasily transferred here, Rita already had a child and a husband. A year later, Vasily and Tamara got married, and he couldn’t believe his luck. He had been fortunate in life — at the age of 10, he was adopted by a good family with loving parents, which was rare for children his age. Thanks to his adoptive mother, who worked with him, Vasily managed to finish school, study, and serve in the army. After a few years of work, he was transferred here, and his new life with Tamara began. When Kostik was born, Vasily Sergeyevich was overwhelmed with happiness. He joked about it with Tamara, and she laughed, calling him silly as she sent him to hang up the diapers. Life seemed like a fairytale to him until Tamara fell ill. At first, she said it was just a minor ailment, but Vasily noticed how quickly she was losing weight. He himself scheduled an appointment for her, leaving three-year-old Kostik with godmother Rita. A few days later, the clinic called and asked him to come alone, not telling his wife. Then he realized the fairytale was over. The doctor informed him that it was too late, and Tamara had only a few months left, not even six. When Vasily returned home, Tamara looked at him and immediately understood. — You went to the doctor, didn’t you? — she asked calmly. He nodded, feeling his heart tighten with pain. — It’s probably better this way, — she replied, sadly smiling. — I just didn’t know how to tell you. — So, you knew? — he asked, shocked by her calmness. — Nobody can know everything, — she said, smiling sadly. — But I can feel it. You know, even from the tests, you could guess what’s happening with me. There’s not much time left, — Tamara said quietly, and Vasily, lowering his head, began to cry. Two months later, she was gone. Just a week before Kostik’s fourth birthday. They celebrated the holiday together, and when Vasily put his orphaned son to bed, the tears came for the first time since Tamara didn’t wake up. The next day, Ilona Danilovna met him at kindergarten. She had probably seen him approaching from the window. — Vasily Sergeyevich, I understand that it’s hard for you. You’re raising Kostya alone, but responsibility for your son requires careful attention, — she said sternly. Vasily involuntarily smiled, despite his heavy state. Ilona Danilovna, though strict at times, adored children and was like a mother to them. When Vasily picked up Kostya, he asked: — Dad, where are we going now? Home? — I don’t know either, son. I won’t take you to work, but I can’t leave you at home either. I don’t know what to do… Vasily looked around, afraid of seeing Ilona Danilovna nearby, and whispered to his son: — Maybe you can stay home by yourself and watch cartoons? I’ll try to come back early. Kostya grinned slyly: — What if I get a fever or want to play with matches? Kids shouldn’t be left alone! Vasily chuckled: he was sure Kostya wouldn’t touch the matches, but the thought of a potential fever made him stop and think. — You’re right. Looks like I’ll have to take you to work with me and leave you in the care of Aunt Rita. Kostya frowned in fear: — Not Aunt Rita! She’ll send me straight to her girls, and they’re mean, they make me read! Rita had two daughters, the younger one being just six months younger than Kostya, but both constantly tried to boss him around and “teach” him as if he were their toy. — Do you have another plan? — Vasily asked with a smirk. Kostya nodded, freeing his mouth from his scarf: — Dad, call Aunt Lena. — Aunt Lena? Who’s that? — Vasily was surprised, not immediately understanding who he meant. — Dad, — Kostya said seriously, standing at attention, — prisoner Sokolova. To be continued in the comments
Vasily Sergeyevich heard the phone ring from his pocket for the third time. Finally, he dismissed his
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– Yura, rein in your mother, otherwise… – Otherwise what? – her mother-in-law did not let her finish. – Otherwise, I’m filing for divorce, since my husband can’t protect me. – My God! What a tragedy! – the mother-in-law gasped theatrically and threw up her hands. – He’ll cross himself with his elbow that he’ll get rid of you! Really, Yurash? Yura stood silently, not interfering in the women’s squabble. But then he was asked a specific question and he had to answer something. He just shrugged and turned away, as if it wasn’t him who was being divorced by his own mother. – Excellent! – Tanya tried to calm down. – I’ll file for divorce myself. You can come to court or not, we’ll be divorced anyway. – That’s great! The right decision! And Yurashik will file for division of property! – What are you planning to divide here? Your tube TV that’s been standing on the balcony for three years now? Or a new one? Then take it! I don’t need it for free! – What are you saying, my dear?! And the apartment? Half of the apartment belongs to the husband in the divorce! – the mother-in-law rubbed her hands with satisfaction. (continued at the LINK in the comments )
I don’t envy you… – Yura! No and again, no! – an indignant Tanya stood in the
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Marina accidentally overheard her husband’s conversation with some girl,whom he called a kitten and a kitty. When Marina abruptly entered the room, he quickly hung up. – Who were you talking to? – A colleague. What happened? – And I thought you were calling Kuklachev, you kept mentioning some kitties in the conversation… – You imagined it. And he left the room. Marina looked after him in confusion. What should he do? He has another woman, that’s obvious. And what about their marriage, everything was fine. They’ve only been living together for two years. Marina looks great, slim, well-groomed, with beautiful long hair. Men turn their heads on the street. What is he missing? A colleague, then… He’s probably lying, although she might really be a colleague. I think he said that a new girl recently joined the team. We need to find out who she is. – Hello, Nadya, hi. How are you? Listen, I think you have a new girl in the team? Mine said that her perfume is amazing. Do you talk to her? Who is she? If you don’t know what perfume she uses, just don’t talk about me, – Marina called her husband’s colleague, whom she had known for a long time. – Hi, Marin. Yeah, we have a new star here, Lilia Noskova. A beauty, of course. All of herself. Skinny as a herring, our women immediately disliked her. And she doesn’t communicate with anyone. She turns up her nose. So I can’t find out about the perfume. And as usual, I’m doing better than everyone else! – Oh, how… Is she married, I wonder? – Married, I saw him a couple of times, he picked me up from work in his car. A normal guy, I think. – Okay, it was nice to chat. Bye. Yeah, she’s a beauty, her name is Lilia. I need to look on social media. Marina found her right away, by her first and last name, and it indicated where she worked. Lots of posts in the profile. And her husband is in the photo. A nice-looking man. She went to his page. A realtor, and even a phone number. Marina took a screenshot. Just in case. A couple of days later, Marina was getting ready to go to the cinema, persuaded her husband to go see a new film, and heard him talking on the phone in the bathroom and saying the name Lilya. She came closer to the door. – Lilya, I can’t today, I promised my wife to go to the cinema. Kitty, don’t be offended, I’ll work it off later… Ugh… What a bastard! Marina was offended, hurt, and disgusted at the same time. He found himself a beauty, the traitor! He’ll work it off… I wonder if this Lilya’s husband knows that he has branched horns? That someone else’s husband is “working it off” with his wife? No, probably not. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have tolerated it. But Marina needed to catch her husband red-handed. She needed evidence. She came up with a plan. – Vitalik, I urgently need to leave for three days, my sister asked me to help with the repairs. – That’s right, I need to help my sister! – the husband rejoiced. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. – I’ll leave in the morning. I made arrangements at work. Let’s go to the movies already, otherwise we’ll be late… Vitalik was the picture of kindness all evening. He was happy that his wife would get out of the house, of course. She’d bring the kitty home. I wonder where they usually meet? Maybe they rent an apartment, or hotels… And now there was such a chance to bring home the sweetheart. The next day, Marina packed her things in a bag, said goodbye to her husband and left for work. It’s good that they have two cars. After work, she went to her mother’s.She explained her arrival by a quarrel with Vitalik. She needed to cool down. So she would stay with her. After a quick bite to eat, she went home and left the car in the neighboring yard. Just in case, so that no one would see her. Aha, the light is on in the window of her apartment. At home, then. And here is Lilia in person. She went out to smoke on the balcony. Marina took out her phone and took a photo of her. And filmed a video. Compromising evidence, so to speak. So he brought her. The bastard… He will work it off on their bed… How disgusting! Marina felt a fierce hatred for him. She found a screenshot with the phone number of this girl’s husband on her phone. She dialed. – Hello! – Hello, Igor. You don’t know me. But my husband knows your wife Lilia very well. And they are together now, in my apartment. – I see… Give me the address! Ten minutes later, Igor was there. — Igor, I suggest we go up and catch them red-handed. I have the keys to the apartment. — Let’s go… They quickly went up to the third floor. Marina quietly opened the apartment with the key. Silence. They went into the hallway. Marina went to the bedroom, Igor behind her. She opened the door… — So, kitties and kittens, are you practicing your tricks? — Marina asked loudly. Vitalik and Lilya looked at them in confusion… The story continues in the comments under the post.
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Her eyes stung. Maria sighed heavily and went to the window to hide her tears. “Well, so be it. You’re an adult, I can’t hold you back.” “What did you want to tell me?” Nikolai suddenly remembered. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” “In any case, thank you for everything that happened.” The man hugged his wife one last time and went to pack his things. *** Several months passed. Nikolai stood at Maria’s door, gathering his courage. Finally, he pressed the doorbell. “Who’s there?” a familiar voice answered, belonging to Ksenia, his ex-wife’s friend. “It’s Nikolai. Is Masha home? Let me in, please.” F o r e i n the comments⤵️⤵️⤵️
“Nothing again?” Nikolai inquired, meeting his wife literally at the threshold of the bathroom.
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The girl in the picture passed away when she was 18, but when her mother looked at the coffin during the funeral, she fell to her knees and started crying. Look what happened to the coffin. Read full story in comment,.///////
There’s nothing a parent fears as much as losing one of their children. Ask any mother or father, anywhere
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Boy dies 24 hours after telling mom ‘under my arm hurts’ following family holiday – they’ve now issued a warning to spare others from the same tragedy… Check the comments
What was meant to be a dream vacation ended in the most tragic way. Now, an entire family is mourning
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UPDATE: Funeral set for 2-year-old Arkansas girl who died after being beaten
Our children are our greatest treasure, and we do everything to keep them safe. That’s why the story
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Retired teacher’s brutally honest words to parents goes viral Check the comments for the full story. ✅
The vast majority of people have opinions on things like childcare, education and the school system overall.
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Donald Trump has long shown interest in taking over Greenland. On Thursday, however, he took it a step
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How many years she got for doing this is a disgrace… Check comments
Some stories shake you to your core. This is one of them. A little boy, just ten years old, is gone.
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These twins lost their Star dad when they were just 15 He fathered them aged 61 for the sake of his childless wife… the name of the superstar is in the comments
Kenny Rogers, the legendary country music icon, lived a life woven with fame, fortune, and numerous relationships.
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