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Chapter 3   -  The Stranger at the Station

June 22

Alex woke. He dressed and lit the woodstove to make a pot of coffee, trying not to disturb Vera. He fumbled with the lid of the pot and there was muffled laughter. She lay awake watching him, the covers pulled up close to her face.

“Good morning, or is it afternoon,” said Alex as he pushed opened the shutters, flooding the dacha with light. The sun was already high and burning through the mist on the lake.

“Here, let me do it … you’ll only make a mess,” she said. Her floral-print dress was folded over the back of a chair. She slipped it on and walked barefoot to the stove. “Sit. Relax, and I’ll make breakfast. Go on.” Alex paced in front of the open window, restless as he was most mornings. It always took him a day or two at the dacha to slow down and quiet his mind. He was in a particularly anxious mood and rather than try to search for some reason, he sat and concentrated on Vera and the smell of the coffee.

He watched her glide about the room, always on her toes, like a dancer. It brought to mind a favorite line from Blok, “I shall repeat the rumour that you have brought angels down from heaven, enticing them with your beauty …”

They sat together and ate the rest of the bread and cheese with their coffee. Her dark hair was undone and she smelled of the night before. It excited him. He was amazed that there was anything left in the world that could.

They finished and Vera cleared the plates. “How about a walk by the lake?”

The path through the forest led out onto a rocky shoreline. The surface of the lake was calm. Alex pointed out the last flocks of greylags as they flew overhead on their way to the Arctic. In younger days, he might have gone on to describe, in great detail, their various migratory patterns and tried to impress her with his knowledge of ospreys and other local waterfowl. She would, in turn, show a surprising understanding of lake molluscs and the tiny creatures of the shallows. They would walk for hours and discuss the merits of Sholokhov and Gorky. They would share their dreams.

This day they walked the shoreline in silence.

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3 Responses to “Chapter 3”

  1. G Garcia says:

    “He watched her glide about the room, always on her toes…”

    On her toes? Really? Are her feet size 6? A bit much for me unless she is a ballerina.

    Really, that’s VERY minor in and of itself, but i have this thing about making women porcelain dolls.

    On the other hand, i’m loving all the descriptives of your book so far, and I do feel like i’m right there, experiencing the emotions, and learning more about the time and the place. I’ve definitely been pulled in, and love your writing style.

    Plus i’m learning more words — molluscs, parapet, Fontanka, divan (no, i did not know what that was)

    Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Faye says:

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