Month: November 2025

Тут, как бы в шёпот, расскажу тебе историю свою, Татьяна Петрова, 38 лет, живу одна, небольшая однокомнатка

Poppy Miller was gripping the test results so hard her knuckles turned white. The paper was damp with sweat.

Купив б/у «Киа», я решаюсь очистить салон и под сиденьем обнаруживаю дневник бывшей владелицы. Ты издеваешься, Олег?

Ive always imagined I was marrying a successful businessman, yet the wedding day brought his actual wife

25September2025 Dear diary, It still feels surreal to put pen to paper about the tangled path that led

И куда это ты собралась? голос Светланы Игоревны прозвучал холодно, как зимний ветер. Анна медленно застегнула

I thought you were respectable, yet you live in such penury, the wouldbe groom said, and slipped away

9October Dear Diary, I never imagined that my life would hinge on a single promise scribbled on a piece of paper.

The suitcase was propped by the front door, strap buckled tight the final touch before you actually leave.

I was thirtyeight when I first wrote it down, living alone in my modest flat on the outskirts of Birmingham.