28
Sep

Call Me Vasya

by kanatsu (かなつ) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/29524.html) The letter arrived when Father was already dying. The doctor took me aside and said, “I am sorry, Nikolai Yuryevich.” I felt as if my face had frozen. I stood there, unable to move, unable to speak, as the doctor told me, “A week, maybe two, at best. I can […]