<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The apartment smelled of apple pie. Olga took the baking sheet out of the oven and set it on the windowsill to cool. Rain was pouring down the window, and drops were slowly rolling down the glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It promised to be a quiet, cozy autumn evening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis sat in the living room in front of the television, flipping channels. The couple lived together in a two-room apartment on the third floor of an old brick building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga had inherited the place from her grandmother five years earlier. Since then, she and Denis have done some minor renovations, replacing the furniture and hanging new curtains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga worked as an accountant in a trading company. Her salary was average but consistent. Denis worked in logistics and received a slightly higher salary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga managed the household budget. She recorded expenses, planned purchases, and kept track of bills. Their lives were calm, predictable, and free from major disruptions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Ola \u2013 Denis turned to her \u2013 did my parents call you today?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. Why would they call?\u201d she asked, cutting the cake into slices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man turned off the TV.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 A pipe burst in their apartment. It flooded their apartment and their downstairs neighbors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga froze with the knife in her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Really?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Unfortunately. The renovation crew is already there. They said the work will take at least two months. The floor needs to be replaced, the ceiling needs to be repaired, and the electrical system needs to be repaired.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Where will they live now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga put a plate of cake on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis looked out the window for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“That’s exactly what I wanted to ask. Maybe they’ll move in with us temporarily? Just for the duration of the renovation.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga slowly dried her hands with a towel. She felt an unpleasant knot in her stomach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The apartment was small. It had a bedroom, a living room, a six-square-meter kitchen, and a bathroom with a toilet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDenis, we\u2019re going to be very tight,\u201d she began cautiously. \u201cWhere are we going to put them?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“In the living room, on the fold-out couch,” he replied, putting his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “It’s really only temporary. Two months, a little longer at most. They’re my parents, after all.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 How many people are coming?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Three. Mom, Dad, and Tonia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Antonina was Denis’s twenty-eight-year-old sister. She didn’t work and still lived with her parents. Olga saw her mainly at family gatherings. The girl usually sat with her phone in her hand, answering questions with single words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThree?\u201d Olga repeated. \u201cDo you understand that there will be five of us in a two-room apartment?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I understand,” he sighed. “But what are they supposed to do? They have nowhere to go. Mom’s already packing her things.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga moved away from her husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Is he packing already? So you’ve basically already agreed?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I said I’d ask you first. But Mom decided we definitely wouldn’t say no.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga bit her lip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She wanted to say no. But these were her husband’s parents, and their apartment had flooded. It was hard to leave them without help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cLet them come.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis smiled broadly and kissed her cheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Thank you, Ola. You’re the best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the evening a car stopped in front of the building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first to disembark was Tatiana Viktorovna, a portly woman in an elegant coat with a perpetually disgruntled expression. Behind her appeared Vladimir Petrovich, a gray-haired, stooped man with glasses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Antonina got out at the end, dragging a huge bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis helped carry in the luggage, and Olga stood by the door and watched as the whole family moved into her small apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood morning, Olga,\u201d said Tatiana Viktorovna, taking off her coat and looking around the hallway. \u201cWe\u2019ll have to fit in here somehow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Good morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga took the coat from her and hung it on the hanger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vladimir Petrovich simply nodded and walked into the living room. Antonina didn’t even say hello. She immediately sat down on the couch and took out her phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShow me where we will sleep,\u201d my mother-in-law ordered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis unfolded the couch and prepared the bedding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga stood in the doorway of the living room, feeling the space of the apartment shrink with each new bag, parcel, and suitcase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOkay, we\u2019ve managed to get along somehow,\u201d Tatiana Viktorovna said, sitting down on the couch. \u201cIt\u2019s not comfortable, but it\u2019s okay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga didn’t say anything. She returned to the kitchen and began cleaning up after dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first few days passed peacefully as everyone tried to adjust to the new situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the mornings, Olga and Denis left for work. Vladimir Petrovich also disappeared for several hours\u2014apparently meeting friends or going for walks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tatiana Viktorovna and Antonina stayed in the apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga did a big shopping spree for everyone. She stocked the fridge with meat, vegetables, fruit, dairy, and other items. She spent over ten thousand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She figured she could help at first. Denis’s parents would surely start contributing to the food soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A week has passed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On Saturday morning, Olga opened the refrigerator and froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside there was half a jar of jam, a small piece of cheese and two eggs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A week earlier the shelves were full.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga began to recall the last few days. Tatiana Viktorovna cooked dinner, fried meat, made soup, and baked cakes. Antonina constantly ate sandwiches, fruit, cookies, and chips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vladimir Petrovich sat at the table every evening and ate a full dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However, only Olga bought the products.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She took out a notebook and began writing down every receipt and every expense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After two weeks, she calculated that she had spent over thirty thousand on food, or half her monthly salary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis’s family did not contribute a single coin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Antonina spent her days lounging on the couch, watching TV series, and eating snacks. Tatiana Viktorovna prepared meals from ingredients bought by her daughter-in-law and shared them with her family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No one even thanked me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vladimir Petrovich ate in silence, and then moved in front of the television, as if everything was happening naturally and obviously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the beginning of the third week, Olga made a decision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On Monday morning, she went to work as usual, but that evening, she didn’t go to the store. Instead, she visited an inexpensive coffee shop near the office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She ordered salad, soup, and tea. She paid three hundred rubles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She came home later than usual. Denis was sitting in the kitchen eating a sandwich.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOla, have you eaten dinner?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Yes, in the cafe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 You didn’t buy the products?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– NO.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis frowned but said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga ate lunch and dinner out, sometimes opting for inexpensive takeout. She spent between three hundred and five hundred rubles a day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was much cheaper than supporting five people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At home, she only drank tea. Occasionally, she would eat an apple if there was one left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The contents of the fridge were disappearing quickly. By Friday, only sauces, half a stick of butter, and one onion were left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tatiana Viktorovna regularly opened the refrigerator door, looked at the empty shelves, smacked her lips in dissatisfaction and demonstratively slammed the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Antonina began to complain:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Mom, I’m hungry. What are we going to eat?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I don’t know, my daughter,” her mother-in-law replied, loud enough for Olga to hear. “Apparently, the landlady has forgotten about us.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga sat in the bedroom with a book and did not react.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On Saturday morning, Tatiana Viktorovna entered the bedroom without knocking. Olga was working on her laptop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe need to talk,\u201d my mother-in-law said, crossing her arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– I’m listening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga did not take her eyes off the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Why is the fridge empty?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Because no one is buying food.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 You’re the mistress of this house! You should be feeding the family!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tatiana Viktorovna took a step forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga closed her laptop and looked at her calmly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 I have no such obligation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What did you say?!” My mother-in-law blushed. “We’re guests in your home! You should be feeding us!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Guests? You’ve been living here for three weeks. I’ve never once seen any of you bring so much as a carton of milk.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 We have no money! It all went to renovations!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Then you need to eat less or find a way to make money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You’re stingy and heartless! How can you behave like this?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWithout much effort,\u201d Olga replied, standing up. \u201cEvery adult should be able to provide themselves with the basic necessities.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She walked past her mother-in-law and headed for the kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Antonina was sitting on the couch. When she heard raised voices, she put down the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– What happened?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOlga won\u2019t feed us!\u201d Tatiana Viktorovna shouted as she left the bedroom. \u201cCan you imagine?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Antonina jumped up from the couch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Really, Ola?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Absolutely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga turned on the kettle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You’re stingy! Our apartment was flooded and you’re acting like this!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“It was your apartment that flooded, not mine. I let you live here. That doesn’t mean I have to support you too.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDenis!\u201d Tatiana Viktorovna called out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man came out of the bedroom and looked from his mother to his wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– What’s going on?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Your wife is starving us in her own home! Tell her something!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Olu, maybe you could actually buy the products?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 No. Let them buy them themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d My mother-in-law spread her hands. \u201cWe don\u2019t have any money!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Then you have no food. That’s quite logical.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga poured boiling water over the tea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vladimir Petrovich came out of the bathroom, attracted by the noise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Why is everyone shouting?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOlga refuses to buy food,\u201d his wife announced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man adjusted his glasses and looked at his daughter-in-law sternly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Young woman, this is disrespectful to elders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Vladimir Petrovich, you’re sixty-two years old and you’ve worked your entire life. Do you really have no savings?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 It’s none of your business! You have a duty to show hospitality!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I showed it. I let you live rent-free and I’m not even asking for utilities. Is that still not enough?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You’re ill-mannered! Denis, do something about your wife! Teach her proper behavior!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis stood between his parents and Olga, visibly pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Mom, Dad, Ola\u2026 Let\u2019s try to calm down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCalm down?\u201d Tatiana Viktorovna turned to her son. \u201cYour wife wants to starve us, and you ask for peace?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I’m not kicking anyone out,” Olga said. “You can live here, but buy your own food.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Denis, talk some sense into her immediately!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man opened his mouth, then closed it. He glanced first at his mother, then at his wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe we can find a compromise?\u201d he finally managed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga looked at him for a long moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He always offered a compromise. He never said, “I support my wife.” He never asked his parents to behave decently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He just wanted the conflict to subside, even if Olga had to pay the price for peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she realized that Denis would not side with her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
For three weeks, Olga financed the food, endured the lack of gratitude, and waited for her husband to notice the problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis only noticed him when his family started complaining.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something in Olga finally snapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She straightened up and said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“In that case, all guests will leave my apartment today. You have until tonight.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tatiana Viktorovna opened her mouth, but for a moment no sound came out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d she finally asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 I said you had to leave. Today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You’ve lost your mind! We’re not going anywhere!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga went into the bedroom, opened a drawer, and took out a folder of documents. She placed it on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 This is a document confirming ownership. The apartment belongs exclusively to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vladimir Petrovich took the document and read it quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– So what?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I have the right to ask anyone who disturbs me to leave my own home. If you don’t leave voluntarily, I will call the police.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Denis! Do you hear what she’s saying?!” My mother-in-law clutched her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man stood still and didn’t know where to look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Ola, these are my parents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Then move in with them. You can rent an apartment together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– We have no money!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 It’s not my problem anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tatiana Viktorovna began to cry. Antonina ran to her and put her arm around her. Vladimir Petrovich paced the living room, muttering curses under his breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis was still standing in the middle of the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Ola, let’s talk calmly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“We have nothing more to talk about. Gather your things.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga started putting her in-laws’ clothes into their bags.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThese are my parents! Where are they supposed to go?\u201d Denis grabbed her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga immediately pulled her hand away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 To friends, a hotel, or a rented apartment. I’m not interested.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 You can’t throw them away!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 I can. And that’s exactly what I’m doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She zipped up her bag and carried it out to the hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Are you serious?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Entirely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
Tatiana Viktorovna was still sitting on the sofa, crying. Vladimir Petrovich patted her back and glared at Olga.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Antonina nervously packed her things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat a viper,\u201d she muttered. \u201cFirst she let us live here, and now she\u2019s throwing us out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga didn’t react. She brought more bags and set them by the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 You have an hour. Then I’m calling the police.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGo to hell!\u201d Antonina exclaimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Tonia, that’s enough,” said her father. “Get ready. We’re leaving this cursed place.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He helped his wife stand. Tatiana Viktorovna wiped away her tears and looked at Olga with hatred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You’ll regret this,” she hissed. “You’ll be alone, and then you’ll regret it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– We’ll see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga opened the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis’s parents put on their coats and gathered their luggage. Antonina was the last to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI hope you die alone,\u201d she said over her shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga closed the door and turned the key.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis stood in the hall, looking at the closed door and the empty living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Ola, what did you do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 What I should have done three weeks ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She went to the kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“They’re my parents! How am I supposed to look them in the eye now?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 I don’t know. That’s your problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 My problem? You threw my family out on the street!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I asked people who had been living off my dime for three weeks to leave. They ate food I bought with my money, occupied my apartment, and didn’t even say thank you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Their house was flooded!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I know. But that doesn’t give them the right to behave this way. Your mother cooked with my ingredients without asking. Your sister spent entire days eating what I bought. Your father demanded respect, but he showed me none.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– They are older!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“That doesn’t change anything. I spent thirty thousand on them in three weeks. Half my salary. You didn’t even notice.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis couldn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 I thought it didn’t bother you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Of course. I remained silent, so you assumed I agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga shook her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 I disagree. I’ve had enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What should I do now? My parents are mad at me, you’re angry, and I’m caught between two sides.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You are not between them. You made a choice when you remained silent. When you failed to defend me. When you offered a compromise even though your mother insulted me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis lowered his gaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga took a deep breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Pack your things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Where should I go?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 To your parents. Since they are more important to you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Are you kicking me out too?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Yes. I don’t want to live with a man who can’t stand by me and who puts his mother’s desires above his wife’s feelings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga took his bag out of the closet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Wait. Let’s talk!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I don’t want to talk anymore. For three weeks I remained silent, patiently enduring everything, and waiting for you to see the problem for yourself. You didn’t see it because you didn’t want to.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 That’s not true. I care about you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“So why didn’t you stop your mother when she called me stingy? Why didn’t you react when your sister insulted me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Denis took the packed bag and lowered his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 I didn’t want to argue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You can argue with me. You’re only afraid to disobey your own mother. That’s why you should go to her.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga opened the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Goodbye, Denis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stepped out into the stairwell and turned as if to say something. But Olga closed the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first quiet evening in my own home
There was silence in the apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olga leaned her back against the door and closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It hurt, but beneath the pain there was also a previously unknown sense of freedom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She wiped her face and went into the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were no longer any other people’s suitcases, clothes, parcels or things scattered across the furniture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was her apartment again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She sat on the couch and thought that she had probably lost her husband. She wondered how her friends would react and what she would say to people who asked why her marriage had broken up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But she knew the answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You can’t build a life with a man who ignores his wife. Someone who constantly puts the interests of others before her needs and fears conflict with his mother more than losing his marriage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For three weeks, Olga fed adults, spent her own money and devoted her time and energy to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She waited for Denis to notice her effort, show gratitude, or at least support her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He only proposed a compromise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she realized that she no longer wanted to sacrifice herself for people who considered it their duty to help her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She went to the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rain had stopped, and the sun was beginning to peek out from behind the clouds. People were hurrying about their jobs in the streets, and cars were driving by on the wet road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was an ordinary day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For Olga, however, it meant the beginning of a new life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A life where she could say “no” without guilt. A life where she decided who she would open her doors to and how she would spend her own money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She smiled through her tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was scared and still felt pain, but she knew she had made the right decision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This time she had no doubts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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