I warmed an old woman in a bitter freeze. In the morning she was gone, but a brand-new foreign car was standing in the yard.
Frost clenched our old wooden house like an icy fist, making the beams creak and forcing us to curl up under a thin blanket. Outside, in the pitch-black village night, the thermometer stood mercilessly at minus thirty. Inside it wasn’t much warmer—there was barely any firewood left, and I was saving the last logs for … Read more