The Kitchen Boy
“The previous day the second note had come so nicely hidden in the cork of that chetvert of milk, and then that afternoon I’d carried out the long reply. We were all quite hopeful, even quite expectant, that Wednesday morning. We’d had no news from the outside for weeks – no letters, no newspapers except an ersatz journal that consisted of three telegrams reprinted on some greasy brown paper – but suddenly there was that candle of hope. Perhaps the world had not forgotten His Majesty after all. ...Though the morning was hot – “Very hot again, 22½ degrees in the room,” recorded Aleksandra in her diary – we were all quite eager upon rising, thankful to know that someone was apparently working on our behalf. Could it be that God had finally heard the long, sorrowful prayers of Aleksandra and her family? Had she finally got right her arrangements of icons?
I was in the kitchen stuffing the center of the samovar with twigs and pine cones. It was not quite seven-thirty.MoreLess
I was in the kitchen stuffing the center of the samovar with twigs and pine cones. It was not quite seven-thirty.MoreLess
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