Shashlik is not just food. It is a philosophy. It is a test of patience, sense of humor and the ability to hold a skewer in your hands without losing your dignity. If you have ever heard the phrase “well, I marinated it my way” — it means you have already been around shashlik. And if you have said it yourself — congratulations, you are in the shashlik sect!

They say that truth is born in an argument. Apparently, this was invented by someone who won an argument, because on the other side of the discussion usually comes… mild irritation, a thirst for coffee and a desire to go into meditation.

Who said that a person losing weight should sadly gnaw celery and look with envy at someone else's cheesecake? We are not in hard labor here, but on the way to a better version of ourselves. So, desserts - yes, but with intelligence, humor and without guilt!

Ah, neighbors... They can be both a blessing and a survival quest. Someone sings in the morning like Placido Domingo in the bathroom, someone drills as if he is building a tunnel to Tibet, and someone makes shashlik at their dacha every weekend - and does not invite!

You, all in shorts, in a "beach and watermelon" mood, have almost opened the window - and then: BOOM-BOOM-BLAM! A thunderstorm. A summer one, loud, with lightning that looks like lasers from "Star Wars". Plans are cancelled, wet slippers are not a style, but here's the question: what to do during a summer thunderstorm?

When it's +33 outside, your brain refuses to work, and your body refuses to move, there's only one thing left to do: turn on the fan, pour a glass of water with lemon and... make soup! Not just any soup, but my signature summer soup, which:

Who said that board games are only for kids? Probably the one who has never played "Lotto" with his mother-in-law, father-in-law, two economist friends and one friend who constantly confuses "barrels" and "chips".

If you also sometimes catch yourself saying "thank you" automatically - for salt, for the elevator door, for not stepping on your foot in public transport (but they could have!) - welcome to the club of grateful people.

I'll be honest - a blind date sounds like either a great love story or the beginning of a joke. The idea is, of course, cute: two lonely hearts, fate, a little magic... But in reality, it can be more like a meeting in a quest room: you don't know with whom, why and where it will all lead. 😄

Do you also want to find treasure, but don’t know where to start? Welcome to the club of modern treasure hunters, where compasses are replaced by the desire to “live better”, and skulls on the map are just Mondays. 🤕

What happens when you mix a sunny day, sweet berries, and a curious heart? 😉

A question that worries everyone at some point in life: am I still young? Or is it already “time to think about age”? There are many stereotypes in society, but what do science, psychology and biology say? Let's try to figure it out.

The issue of oil reserves worries not only environmentalists and politicians, but also every driver whose car runs on gasoline or diesel. Every year, technology develops, electric cars are becoming more and more popular, but cars with internal combustion engines (ICE) still dominate the roads. So how much time do we have before the "gasoline era" ends?

The latest US strikes on Iran were not just a response to specific actions by Tehran or its allies - this is a new round of escalation that could radically change the balance of power in the Middle East. What are the real consequences of this attack? And what should the world expect now?

There are two types of people: those who wash the dishes right away, and those who live like an adult artist 🎨 among the plates that already have their own biography. I am somewhere in between. Not because I am lazy 🙃. But because the dishes are not a duty, but a moment of truth. They are washed not according to a schedule, but by an inner call ✨

There are dishes on the menu that I walk past with my eyes, like an ex at a party - silently, but with an understandable expression on my face. Not because they are not tasty. But because there are things that should either be made at home or not done at all❤️

Every woman has such things. Not necessarily expensive. Not necessarily spectacular. But with the label "do not touch". Even if you are the love of my life, even if you know the password to my laptop and held my hand when I was sick🫣

Sometimes the city crushes you. Not with people. Not with noise. But with too much stuff. Events, plans, screens, faces. And you just want to turn it all off. Not forever - just pause. Change from the “city version of myself” to the one who walks barefoot, doesn’t check her phone and knows what silence sounds like.❤️

Sometimes an evening is just an evening. Silence, a soft blanket, and tea with cinnamon ☕️. And sometimes it's a territory of choice. Because time ⏳ is not an endless ribbon, it's a living fabric that you don't want to tear for the sake of emptiness.

Breakfast with a woman who is silent is not about silence. It is about the feeling that remains in you. She sits opposite. They don’t ask her anything - and not because they are afraid of the answer. They just don’t need to. Everything is clear 🙃