In blankets

In we stayed, us kids, during the short days of that long winter, while Grand Dad saw to the animals and smoked his pipe. Well, what can you do in feet of powder snow in the flatlands? Not even good for a fort. Checkers. Cards. We fought. We read in kerosene light.

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Art: Winter landscape. Neskuchnoye, 1910, by Zinaida Serebriakova.

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