Boy On the Bridge
“Karen said as they left Semyon Mikhailovich’s class Friday afternoon. She stopped short, adding, “There’s a sentence I never imagined myself saying.”
It was Laura’s favorite class, too. That day they’d read Anna Akhmatova’s poem “The Summer Garden.” Their assignment was to memorize it by next week. Laura had already memorized it. She had her own poignant memories of the Summer Garden, and it made her miss him.
“I’m going to go call Alyosha,” she told Karen.
Karen laughed. “Didn’t yo...u just see him yesterday? Dan said his ballerina friend didn’t like him.”
“Yeah. That was weird.”
“You’re getting attached to him, aren’t you? What are you going to do when we go to Moscow tomorrow night?”
“That’s tomorrow night?” She’d almost forgotten about their spring-break trip to Moscow. Everyone was looking forward to the break from classes and the change of scenery.MoreLess
It was Laura’s favorite class, too. That day they’d read Anna Akhmatova’s poem “The Summer Garden.” Their assignment was to memorize it by next week. Laura had already memorized it. She had her own poignant memories of the Summer Garden, and it made her miss him.
“I’m going to go call Alyosha,” she told Karen.
Karen laughed. “Didn’t yo...u just see him yesterday? Dan said his ballerina friend didn’t like him.”
“Yeah. That was weird.”
“You’re getting attached to him, aren’t you? What are you going to do when we go to Moscow tomorrow night?”
“That’s tomorrow night?” She’d almost forgotten about their spring-break trip to Moscow. Everyone was looking forward to the break from classes and the change of scenery.MoreLess
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