Valentina married Artem at twenty-two, dreaming of a home filled with love and warmth. Artem, older and quiet, seemed supportive in his silence. But her mother-in-law always made her feel unworthy. No matter how hard Valya tried, it was never enough.
When Valya fell ill, she hid her pain, believing it was just fatigue. The diagnosis came too late: late-stage, inoperable. Despite her suffering, she continued to care for Artem, enduring her mother-in-law’s constant criticism. Artem became distant, his coldness growing.
One day, her mother-in-law told Artem, “She’s just a burden. Send her to the village, and you can start over.” The next day, Artem packed her things, drove her to the countryside, and left her there.
Valya knew it wasn’t the illness that killed her, but the betrayal. As Artem left, she whispered, “Will you come back?” He only nodded briefly and drove away.
***
Local women brought food, and Aunt Dunya checked on Valya as she lay for months, staring at the ceiling and listening to the rain. Death seemed to delay, but after three months, a young feldsher came to offer care. Valya didn’t ask for help, just didn’t want to die.
A miracle occurred. She got out of bed, stepped onto the porch, and later went to the shop, surprising everyone. When asked if she was coming back to life, Valya simply said, “I don’t know, I just want to live.”
***
A year later, Artem arrived in the village, holding papers and looking tense. After speaking to the neighbors, he approached the house and saw Valentina sitting on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, sipping tea. She looked healthy, and Artem was stunned.
“You’re alive?” he asked.
Valentina calmly responded, “Did you expect something else?”
She continued, “I wanted to die in that cold house, but someone came every evening, expecting nothing. You left me, not because you couldn’t, but because you didn’t want to.”
Artem lowered his head and walked to the car. Aunt Dunya, watching from the door, said, “Go, and don’t come back.”
