A stray boy helped an old lady carry her heavy bags… and froze when his late mother opened the door…
The cold autumn wind chased colorful leaves along the asphalt, and little Artyom felt just as lonely and abandoned as one of them. The orphanage was not a home to him, but a state institution where life flowed by in dull, joyless gray. And once again he ran away, unable to bear the weight of … Read more