Having left the orphanage without a penny, the orphan spent the night in an abandoned hut that was about to be demolished. He woke up in the middle of the night to strange sounds and nearly cried out.
The March wind, sharp and cruel, cut across Sasha’s face as he walked through the streets, clutching the last piece of bread he had gotten that morning. Just a couple of hours ago, he was still considered a resident of the old dormitory — the very one with the sagging mattress and creaky iron bed. … Read more