In 1990, two sick children were left on my doorstep. I cared for them as my own, but I couldn’t save one of them.
Do you believe in miracles, Maria?» Fyodor sat down on the porch step, wiping sweat from his forehead. «In the idea that heaven might answer your prayers?» «I believe in hard work and persistence,» Maria replied, touching his shoulder, then froze, squinting toward the far end of the dusty road. «Look over there…» The July […]
Продолжение...