Back in 1975, fate led me to a helpless girl near the railway tracks. Without hesitation, I took her in as my own, giving her a new chance at life.
“We’re stuck at the crossing again,” sighed Klavdiya Petrovna, adjusting her woolen scarf. “What do you think, Anya, maybe we’ll get lucky and find a gold bar on the tracks?” “As if,” I smirked. “You’d be lucky to find a frozen crow here.” The November wind cut to the bone. I was returning from my … Read more