In 1983, I found a five-year-old child in a train car. No one wanted him, so I took him in, and my husband raised him strictly
— Anna, what are you saying? We have no right to just take someone else’s child! — Stepan, imagine if it had happened to ours. If someone had found him alone in an empty train car—hungry, frozen to the bone? The cold October wind rustled the curtains in the windows of their village home. Anna … Read more