TEARS FOR THIS STRANGER
It is still dark when I wake. I can hear Babi and Dmitri talking softly in the front room. VYKTOR! I hurry out of the bedroom to join them. Babi is thoroughly inspecting the gash in his side, the broken ribs. I sit beside him, watching her. “Is he all right Babi? He looks so pale!” I brush his... Sign in to see full entry.