BG
0385
Заключеният апартамент на улица „Раковски“
Тодорка Стойнова остави снопа стари ключове върху масата от орех и каза така, сякаш вече беше решено
EN
02
The Three Yogurts in the Bag
I still don’t know why the door was unlocked. Vitali always locked it behind him — that was one of his
UA
06
Мовчання за десять секунд коштувало шістдесят п’ять тисяч гривень
О пів на дев'яту у Ірини Костянтинівни вже боліли ноги від того, що з шостої ранку вона не сідала
EN
05
# Yellow Roses on Fullerton Avenue
The company holiday party at her husband's firm always landed on the third Friday of December.
EN
03
Ashes in the Entryway
Paula met Marcus the summer she turned thirty-six, at a birthday barbecue in her sister'
EN
05
The Mule That Ran, and Frank’s Old Gelding Wilbur
Frank Doyle didn't set out to buy a farm. He inherited forty acres outside Sturgis, South Dakota
EN
07
The Woman on My Porch Wanted to Give Back a Husband I’d Already Stopped Wanting
I was elbow-deep in a bag of mulch when the doorbell rang three times fast, like someone'
EN
01
The 400th Passenger in 7A
The Window Seat on Flight 401 I fly close to ninety thousand miles a year for work, so I'
BG
01.7k.
Завръщането в „Старият дъб“ с 25 непознати гости
Когато Биляна получи съобщението, три години мълчание свършваха с едно изречение: „Мамо, ела в събота
CZ
0356
Zámek na skříňce s klíčky od dílny
— Tak takhle to bude, Martine. Od dneška jsi mi cizí. A tvoje matka taky. Byt jsem koupila já.