“Scared, furry one?” she soothed. “Don’t worry, we won’t perish from the storm. I’ve survived worse”
Anna Fyodorovna drew a deep breath as she positioned yet another pot beneath the persistent stream of water piercing through her dilapidated roof. “What a misfortune,” she murmured softly, gazing up at the ceiling, as if trying to glimpse the very sky through its cracks. “When will this ever end? The rain seems mad—pouring without … Read more