'Yes, isn't it always?'
He wants to sit in his vest by the wide-open window on the first warm
day of spring, drinking a beer, with Anna somewhere in the room behind
him, sorting the little brown envelopes of seeds she's saved from last
summer. Each envelope is labelled in her beautiful slanted handwriting.
She has what he always thinks of as 'an artist's hand'. His own writing is
cramped and hard to read. But they've never needed to send each other
letters, because they've always been together.
That child in his private room doesn't know it and can't help it, but he
carries a disease that destroys ordinary life as fast as the plague corrupts
a living body. His father is high up in the Ministry for State Security, and
he has one of those names that is spoken only in whispers: Volkov.
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