My mom often sends me emails from her home in Israel. Sometimes they contain political articles or her personal health woes (she is 83). Sometimes they are fiction stories or anecdotes. Everything is in Russian, of course, as she doesn't speak anything else. Here is one anecdote of hers that sounds almost as good in translation as it does in the original:
My husband, Anne! I could’ve killed the parasite!
Why, Sophie? What has he done?
Yesterday, I asked him for $100 to go to a beauty salon.
Worse. He looked at me closely and gave me $300.