Veronica didn’t hesitate for a second. She tore off her woolen scarf, carefully wrapped her freezing little body in it, hugged it to her chest and ran up the stairs, her heart pounding like a bird in a cage.
The crisp autumn air in the village of Lesnaya Sloboda was thick yet pleasantly sharp, imbued with the scent of damp leaves, smoke curling from old chimneys, and a timeless stillness that enveloped the soul like a cherished, worn blanket. Olga found herself back in this long-abandoned nest of hers, visiting not her parents but … Read more