A widow was caring for her bedridden mother-in-law. When she came home, she saw a suspicious car at the gate.

— Lyubov Andreevna, don’t be so brazen! And let me decide myself whom to register in my own apartment! — the daughter-in-law was no...

If my cooking is so awful to you, why are you throwing a fit? Cook for yourself! You’ve got your signature sandwich, don’t you?...

The relatives used to laugh that I was taking care of a “penniless” aunt. Their faces went slack at the reading of the will,...

The husband came home and, without taking off his shoes or coat, blurted from the doorway:

At 65 I realized that the scariest thing isn’t ending up alone, but begging your children to call—knowing you’re a burden to them.

“Come in, Marina. Dinner needs to be cooked—the groceries are in a bag in the kitchen. The laundry is in the basket. Dust the...

— There are three rooms in the house; you’ll give one to my daughter, — my mother-in-law dictated the disposition of my property.