“I’ll have a breather, then go on,” said Maga. “You stay here.” There were several spades and a tall stack of firewood. The floor was strewn with straw. “Shame we can’t make a fire,” said Maga. “Still, I shan’t be long – we’re practically there.” Left alone, Viktor tried to sleep, but without muc...
The sun shone in at the window, and Viktor and Sonya sat at a breakfast of fried eggs and tea in the kitchen. Misha, moody since daybreak, refused, however much cajoled, to come and join them. Sonya kept casting eager looks at the alarm clock on the window ledge, as if willing the minute hand for...