They remained silent. The girl nestled even closer and made a soft snuffling sound.
“Marish, come quickly!” Stepan shouted from the garden, prompting me to leave the half-mixed dough in the vat and rush outside. Stepping onto the porch, I saw my husband standing beneath the old apple tree. Close to him were two small children—a boy and a girl—seated amidst the carrot beds. Their clothes were torn, their … Read more