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The Short Stories
THE YOUNGEST SISTER. He has been watching his new colleague Yoana for three days already and although they have exchanged only few words on business matters he thought he knew everything about her. Bobby was thinking that no woman suspected that her face expresses her desires.  more...
MARRIAGE IS LOVE! For Emmie men had turned into a catch, and sex - into a rightful prey. Her main weapon was her beauty, but she relied more on her daring, sudden attacks, false retreats, and tireless willingness of men to betray their wives and eminent obstinacy to protect their right of personal happiness. more...
ARTICLE TWO OF THE MARRIAGE CODE. Every evening, Russlan come home late and replied to his wife's reproaches with article two from the code of a married couple: 'That's my job, sweetie!' What could be that job at midnight when he was not at work, Pepa could easily guess. It was quite logical. After all, Russlan disliked wasting his time with friends in pubs, restaurants, or night bars. He even hated those places: a well-known fact since the time they were dating. more...
MEN’S SECRETS. ‘Women used to have a feeling about machos’, the old colonel sighed. ‘There was a time when the woman’s dearest wish was to get married to an army man. And today – to a businessman. How ideas has been distorted…’
‘Women have a feeling about money’, his friend, the diplomat, objected as always. ‘Long ago military men used to be among the best-paid people in the country, including training, night alarms, which meant more freedom for their wives. more...
THE WONDROUS WOLF. One February evening, when the pub was full of men and outside the wind was fiercely hauling, the door slowly opened. It opened, but nobody came in. They fell silent and waited. For, when a door is being opened, somebody should have opened it. And since it is opened by someone, that someone would like to come in. The tip of his snout showed first. Next all of his body sneaked in. A wolf came into the pub. more...
THE ANGEL OF YOUR LIFE! For seven years now Gergοv had been putting it away. Sometimes he asked himself: why? No, it wasn’t fear. It was something else. But what? And there was no answer. However, he felt he could hear a powerful whisper: don’t, don’t ever do it! Still, he took heart. But he still felt the hesitation pricking at him while he was driving towards the village. He kept asking himself: why go back? To the cave he had crawled out of? Why do it? Many years ago he naively thought that the memory of the camp had been following him closely, like a shadow, like a gun pointed at the back of his neck, ready to spew its fierce fire. But he understood it was inside himself, this memory, like a wound eating into his flesh, it had penetrated into his blood long ago. more...
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