Текст книги "The Bronze Horseman"

Автор книги: Paullina Simons

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He went out on the porch. Tatiana’s hands were trembling as badly as Raisa’s. She dropped one of the dishes. The metal plate made quite a clang when it hit the wooden floor.

Vova arrived. The porch was filled with laughing voices.

Alexander came inside and opened his mouth to speak. Tatiana motioned to the back of him. Vova stood in the doorway. “Tanyusha, do you need help? Can I carry something to the table for you?”

“Yes, Tanyusha,” said Alexander bitingly, “can Vova carry something for you?”

“No, thank you. Can you give me a minute, please?”

“Come on,” said Vova to Alexander, who hadn’t moved. “You heard her. She wants a minute.”

“Yes,” said Alexander, without turning around. “A minute with me.”

Vova reluctantly left the room.

“Where are my things?”

“Shura, why are you leaving?”

“Why? There is no place for me here. You’ve made that abundantly clear. I can’t believe you haven’t packed for me, the way you feel. I don’t need to be told twice, Tania.”

Her lips were trembling. “Stay and have dinner with us.”

“No.”

“Please, Shura,” she said, her voice breaking. “I made you potato pancakes.” She took a step to him.

“No,” he said, blinking.

“You can’t leave. We haven’t finished.”

“Oh, we’ve finished.”

“What can I say to make it better?”

“You’ve said it all very clearly. Now good-bye would be good.”

The food table was between them. Tatiana came around on his side. “Shura,” she said quietly, “please let me touch you.”

“No.” He backed farther away.

Naira stuck her head through the open door. “Is dinner ready?”

“Almost, Naira Mikhailovna,” said Tatiana.

“I thought you weren’t going to leave until you fixed me?” she said faintly. “Fix me, Shura.”

“You told me yourself there isn’t enough of me to fix what’s wrong inside you. Well, you’ve made a believer out of me. Now, where are my things?”

“Shura—”

Coming closer to her, Alexander said through gritted teeth, “What do you want, Tania? You want a scene?”

“No,” she said, trying very hard not to cry.

His face was near her. “A loud, ugly scene like the kind you’re used to?”

“No,” she whispered, not looking at him.

“Just give me my things, and I’ll go quietly, and you won’t have to explain a single word to your friends and your lover.”

When she didn’t move, Alexander said, much louder, “Now!”

Embarrassed and upset, Tatiana led him outside to the shed behind the house, out of everyone’s view.

“Where are you going, Tanechka? Are we going to eat soo—”

“I’ll be right back!” Tatiana yelled, her shoulders shaking. When they were behind the house, Tatiana tried to take hold of Alexander’s hand, but he roughly ripped his arm away from her. She staggered but did not back off. Coming in front of him quickly, she wrapped her arms around his waist. He tried to push her away. “Please don’t go,” she said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Please. I beg you. I don’t want you to go. I waited for you every minute of every day since I left the hospital. Please.” She put her forehead on his chest.

Alexander didn’t say anything. Tatiana didn’t look up. His hands remained on her bare arms.

Holding him tightly, Tatiana said, “God, Alexander! How can you be so thick? Can’t you see why I didn’t write you?”

“Not at all. Why?”

She inhaled his smell, her face still in his chest. “I was so afraid that if I told you about Dasha, you wouldn’t come to Lazarevo at all.” She wished she were braver and could look at him, but she didn’t want to see him be angry with her anymore. Taking his hand, she placed it on her cheek, and when his warmth gave her strength, she looked up at him. “Leningrad nearly finished us all off. I thought that maybe if you didn’t know about her and came anyway, and I got healthy again, like last summer, maybe your feeling for me would come back—”

“Come back?” Alexander said hoarsely. “What are you thinking?” His hand remained on her cheek. His other hand, though, wrapped itself on her bare back, his fingers fanning her, grasping her, and moving on her flesh, pressing him to her. “Can’t you see…” he said and broke off. He couldn’t say any more. She felt it. And he didn’t need to. She felt that, too.

At last Alexander spoke. “Tatia, I will earn your forgiveness. I will fix everything. I will do right by you, but you have to let me. You can’t shut me out like this—you just can’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Tatiana said. “Please understand.” She hugged him tighter. “Just too many lies for me, too much doubt.”

“Look at me.”

She lifted her eyes to him.

His arms around her, Alexander said, “Tania, what doubt? I am here only for you.”

“Then please stay,” she said. “Stay for me.”

Breathing hard, Alexander bent his head to her, and she gave him her wet hair to kiss. His lips stayed on her for a few moments, and then he said, “What is this, Lake Ladoga?”

“Shura,” Tatiana said, “there is a houseful of people.”

His fingertips were pressing into her bare shoulder blades so emphatically they were making her feeble.

“Lift your face to me this instant.”

She lifted her face to him that instant.

“Tania, could we eat, please?” Naira’s loud voice from the porch was hungry and irritated. “Everything is burning!”

Alexander kissed her so fiercely that for a moment Tatiana became supported only by his arms around her. Her numb legs could not hold her up.

“What is she doing out there? We’re all starving. Tatiana!”

They heaved themselves away from each other, Tatiana didn’t know how, retrieved his things from the shed, and went inside.

Tatiana poured soup for Alexander first, placing the bowl right in front of him and handing him the spoon. Then she served everyone else while Alexander waited for her to sit down before he took his first bite.

“So, Alexander,” said Vova, “what does a captain in the Red Army do?”

“Well, I don’t know what a captain in the Red Army does. I know what I do.”

“Alexander, do you need some more fish?” Tatiana asked.

“Yes, please.”

“What do you do?” asked Vova.

“Yes, tell us, Alexander,” said Axinya. “The village is dying to know.”

“I’m in heavy weapons, in a destroyer brigade. Do you know what that is?”

Everybody but Tatiana shook their heads.

“I command an armored company of men. We provide extra support for the rifle guards.” Alexander swallowed his soup. “At least, we’re supposed to.”

“What’s extra support?” asked Vova. “Tanks?”

“Tanks, yes. Armored cars. Tania, are there more pancakes? We also operate antiaircraft machine guns called Zeniths, and mortars, and other field artillery. Cannons, howitzers, heavy machine guns. I myself stand behind a Katyusha, a rocket launcher.”

“Impressive,” said Vova. “So it’s the best job. Less dangerous than the rifle frontovik?”

“More dangerous than anything. Who do you think the Germans are trying to knock out of position first—a guy with a slow, bolt-action Nagant or me with a mortar that pummels them with fifteen bombs a minute?”

Tatiana said, “Alexander, you want some more?”

“No, Tatiasha—” He stopped. She stopped. “I’m full, Tania, thank you.”

“Alexander,” said Zoe, “we hear Stalingrad is going to fall.”

“If Stalingrad falls, we lose the war,” said Alexander. “Any more vodka?”

Tatiana poured him a shot.

Dusia said, “Alexander, how many men are we prepared to lose in Stalingrad to stop Hitler?”

“As many as it takes.”

She crossed herself.

Red-faced, Vova said excitedly, “Moscow was quite a bloodbath.”

Tatiana heard Alexander suck in his breath. Oh, no, she thought. No scene, please.

“Vova,” said Alexander, leaning in front of Tatiana—who pressed into his side—to glare at Vova. “Do you know what a bloodbath is? Moscow had 800,000 troops before the battle for the capital started in October. Do you know how many were left when they stopped Hitler? Ninety thousand. Do you know how many men were killed just in the first six months of the war? How many young men were killed before Tania left Leningrad? Four million,” he said loudly. “One of those young men could be you, Vova. So don’t go around calling it a bloodbath, as if it were a game.”

Everyone at the table was quiet. Tatiana, nested into Alexander, said, “You want more to drink?”

“No,” he said. “I’m done.”

“Well, I’ll just go and clear—”

Alexander lowered his arm under the table and placed his hand on Tatiana’s leg, shaking his head ever so slightly and keeping her in place.

Tatiana remained in place. Alexander did not take away his hand. At first her cotton dress was between his hand and her thigh, but Alexander obviously did not like that, because he moved the dress up, just enough to grasp her bare thigh with his bare hand. The aching in her stomach intensified.

Naira said, “Tanechka, aren’t you going to clear up, dear? We can’t wait for your pie. And some tea.”

Alexander’s hand squeezed her a little harder and moved up.

Tatiana clenched her teeth. In exactly one second she was going to moan right at the dinner table, in front of four old women.

Alexander said, “Tatiana cooked wonderfully for us. She’s outdone herself. She’s tired. Why don’t we give her a break. Zoe, Vova—maybe you could clear up?”

Naira said, “But, Alexander, you don’t understand—”

“I understand extremely well.” Alexander’s hold on Tatiana’s leg did not abate.

Tatiana grabbed the edge of the table with her fingers. “Shura, please,” she said hoarsely.

His hand gripped her thigh harder. Her hands gripped the table harder.

“No, Tania,” Alexander said. “No. It’s the very least they can do.” He stared across to Naira. “Don’t you think, Naira Mikhailovna?”

Naira said, “I thought Tanechka enjoyed doing the small things she does.”

Dusia agreed. “Yes. We thought it brought her pleasure.”

Alexander nodded. “Dusia, it does bring her pleasure. Next she’ll be bending down and washing your feet. But don’t you think the disciples need to pour drink for Jesus every once in a while?”

Dusia stammered, “What does Jesus have to do with anything?”

Alexander’s steel grip tightened.

Tatiana opened her mouth and—

“Fine,” snapped Zoe, “we’ll clear up.”

With a gentle pat, Alexander let go of Tatiana’s thigh.

Tatiana breathed out. After a few moments her fingers managed to let go of the table. She not only could not look at Alexander but couldn’t meet anyone else’s eyes either.

“Zoe, Vova, thank you,” said Alexander, grinning at Tatiana, who remained motionless.

“I’m going for a smoke,” he said. Tatiana could not even acknowledge him.

After he left, the old ladies leaned in to Tatiana and lowered their voices. “Tania, he is very aggressive,” said Naira.

Dusia said, “There is no God in the Red Army, that’s the trouble. The war has made him hard, I tell you, hard.”

Axinya said, “Yes, but look how protective he is of our Tanechka. It’s adorable.”

Tatiana looked at them with incomprehension. What were they saying? What were they talking about? What just happened?

“Tania, did you hear us?”

She stood up. Her sole defender in the world, her rifle guard, her battle brigade would have her unqualified support. “Alexander is not hard, Dusia. He is completely right. I should not be doing everything around here.”

They had tea and blueberry pie, which was so good that soon there wasn’t any pie left. After the old women went out for a smoke, Zoe, squeezing Alexander’s arm and smiling coyly, asked once again if he wanted to go to the fire. Alexander took his arm away and said no once again.

Tatiana wanted Zoe to go away.

“Oh, come on,” said Zoe. “Even Tania goes. With Vova,” she added with emphasis.

“Not anymore,” whispered Alexander, looking at Tatiana, who was putting sugar in his tea.

“Tania, tell Alexander that awful joke you told last week. No, it was so awful, we nearly died,” said Vova.

“I thought I’d heard all of Tania’s awful jokes,” said Alexander. There was something so achingly familiar and comforting about sitting pressed against his large arm that Tatiana felt a need to put her head on him. She didn’t.

“Tell him the joke, Tania.”

“I don’t think so.”

Vova tickled Tatiana. “Come on! He is going to die.”

“Vova, stop,” said Tatiana, glancing at Alexander, who intently sipped his tea and said nothing.

“I’m not telling him,” Tatiana said, suddenly embarrassed. She knew that Alexander would not be pleased with the joke. She did not want to displease him—not even for a single stupid moment.

“No, no.” Alexander turned to her and put down his cup. “I love your jokes.” He smiled. “I want to hear.”

Sighing and looking at the table, Tatiana said, “Chapayev and Petka are fighting in Spain. Chapayev says to Petka, ‘Why are the people screaming? Who are they welcoming?’ ‘Oh, some Dolores Ebanulli,’ replies Petka. ‘Well, what’s she yelling?’ asks Chapayev. Petka replies, ‘She yells, “It’s better to do it on your feet than on your knees.” ‘ “

Vova and Zoe roared with laughter.

Alexander sat stonily, tapping on his teacup. “These are the kinds of jokes you now tell at the fire on Saturday nights?”

Tatiana didn’t reply and didn’t look at him. She knew he wouldn’t like that joke.

Vova shoved her lightly. “Tania, we’re going tonight, aren’t we?”

“No, Vova, not tonight.”

“What do you mean? We always go.”

Before Tatiana had a chance to say anything, Alexander, with his hands still around his teacup, looked at Vova and said, “She said not tonight. How many more times will she have to say it before you hear it? Zoe, how many more times will I have to say it before you hear it?”

Vova and Zoe stared at Alexander and at Tatiana.

“What’s going on?” Vova said in a confused voice.

“Go on,” Alexander said. “Both of you. Go to your fire. But quick.”

Vova opened his mouth to speak, but Alexander stood up from the table, leveled a look at Vova, and said calmly and slowly, “I said go on,” in a voice that invited no argument. He got none. Vova and Zoe left.

Tatiana shook her head in amazement, staring at the table. Alexander bent to her, saying huskily, “Like that?” And kissed her on the head and went out to smoke.

After laying out her bedding on the porch, Tatiana helped the old ladies into bed. When she was done, Alexander was still sitting on the bench outside the house. The crickets were noisy tonight. Tatiana could hear the distant howl of a coyote, the murmuring hoot of an owl. She went to wash the dessert dishes.

“Tania, will you stop fussing and come here.”

Her hands still wet, she nervously stepped up to him. The relentless throbbing in the pit of her stomach would not subside, not for dinner or the dishes, not for the old women or the laundry, not for anything.

“Closer,” Alexander said, watching her for a few seconds. He dropped his cigarette on the ground and put his hands on her hips, bringing her between his open legs.

Tatiana was barely standing.

Holding on to her, Alexander looked up for a moment and then pressed his head into her rib cage just below her breasts.

Tatiana, not knowing what to do with her hands, placed them carefully on Alexander’s head. His hair was short and thick, straight and dry. Tatiana liked how it felt. She closed her eyes, trying to breathe normally. “Are you all right?” she asked in a whisper.

“I am, yes,” Alexander replied. “Tatia, instead of thinking about yourself, couldn’t you have once thought about me? Couldn’t you have just imagined me for five seconds, and what I was going through for six months?”

“I could have. I’m sorry,” she said.

“Had you done that, thought of me for five seconds, and written to me, you would have gotten letters back that would have eased every single one of your fears. And you would have eased mine.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I honestly thought that there could be only two explanations for your silence. One, you were dead. Two, you had”—he paused—”found someone else. I never imagined that any of the lies I spoke would get under your skin. I thought you had the ability to see clear to the truth.”

“I had that ability?” Tatiana said softly, caressing his head. “Where is your ability?” Found someone else? she thought. “Honestly.”

He rubbed his forehead from side to side against her. “What did Axinya call you? A warm bun?”

Tatiana couldn’t breathe. “Yes,” she muttered. “A warm bun.”

Alexander’s hands on her hips tightened. “A small warm bun,” he whispered.

Very, very gently, Tatiana stroked his hair with her shaking fingers. Her breath was so shallow it was not getting air into her lungs.

“This is too close, even by Fifth Soviet standards,” Alexander said at last.

“What?” she whispered, trying not to disturb the night. “Us? Or this house?”

“Us?” he said with surprise, looking up at her. “No. This house.”

Tatiana shivered.

“Cold?”

She nodded, hoping he wouldn’t touch her burning skin.

“Want to go in?”

Reluctantly Tatiana nodded again. All she wanted was for his hands to remain on her, tight around her hips, tight around her waist, around her back, around her legs, anywhere, everywhere, but tight and on her and permanent.

Alexander lifted his head to her. Parting her mouth, she was about to bend—

Suddenly Tatiana heard the shuffling of Naira Mikhailovna on the porch. Alexander lowered his hands and his head. Against her will she stepped away from him, just as Naira descended the steps, mumbling, “Forgot to go one last time.”

“Of course,” said Alexander, not even bothering to smile.

Naira stared at Tatiana for a moment. “Tanechka, what are you doing? Go get ready for bed, dear. It’s so late already, and you know how early we wake up.”

“I will, Naira Mikhailovna.”

When Naira went around the corner, Tatiana let her glance stop at Alexander, who was looking at her unhappily. She shrugged, also unhappily. They went inside. Getting a big white shirt out of her trunk, Tatiana thought, where to change? Alexander had no such reservations. He took off his shirt right in front of her, leaving on his linen trousers as he hopped up onto the bed. Tatiana had never seen Alexander without his uniform, his shirt, his long johns; she had never seen Alexander bare. He was very muscled. Was she ever going to get her breath back? She did not think so.

She couldn’t take off her dress and put on her nightshirt. She decided to leave the dress on.

“Good night,” she said, dimming the kerosene lamp. Alexander did not reply.

Naira walked through the house to her bedroom saying, “Good night.”

Tatiana said good night. Alexander didn’t make a sound.

Still in her dress, Tatiana was under the blanket on the porch sofa when she heard Alexander’s deep voice from inside call for her. “Tatia.”

She got up and stood shyly in the doorway.

“Come here,” Alexander said, his muted voice cracking.

All she wanted was to go to him. But she was so afraid. She walked around the table.

“Stand on the hearth,” Alexander told her.

Tatiana stood, her face next to his, and before he had a chance to whisper or open his mouth, she kissed him, her hands clutching his head.

“Come here,” he breathed out. She felt him trying to pull her up.

“Oh, Shura, I can’t… There will be the biggest fuss…” She couldn’t stop kissing him either.

“Tania, I don’t give a shit if it’s in tomorrow’s papers. Right now come here to me.” He pulled her up by her arms, and once she was up, he entwined her with all his limbs, his whole enormous body swallowing her as they kissed ravenously.

“God, Tatia,” Alexander whispered. “Oh, God, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me, too,” she replied, her lips open, her hands stroking his back. “So much.” For a moment he stopped kissing her and moving against her, as he embraced her in a nest inside him. Tatiana could not believe how remarkable it felt to touch Alexander’s naked back and hard shoulders and hard arms.

He was crushing her to him, his lips more demanding, his insistent hands all over her. He had only two hands? Then why were they everywhere at once? She was enveloped in him, unable to keep her eyes open, yet all she wanted was to see him, to not miss a second of him. Pulling up her dress to her waist, Alexander touched her bare leg. Involuntarily her legs spread apart slightly, and Tatiana moaned into his lips.

Smiling, Alexander whispered, “Oh, Tania. Moan, but not too loud. Wait, not so loud.”

Her legs opened a little more. His hand caressed the inside of her thigh.

“No,” she groaned. Stop, please.

He licked her lips. “Tania, your thighs…” Alexander whispered. His hand climbed on her.

Tatiana tried to pull away from him, but there was nowhere for her to go. “Shura,” she whispered. “Please. Stop.”

“I can’t,” he said. “Are they sound sleepers?”

“No, not at all,” she whispered. “They wake up at the sound of a cricket in the house. They come outside five times to go to the outhouse. Please. I can’t keep quiet. You’d have to suffocate me to keep me quiet.”

They kept whispering into each other’s wet mouths.

“Stop,” she whispered. “Stop.” They could not stop.

Alexander’s hand reluctantly came away from her leg, resting on her bare stomach under her dress. “I like the dress,” he whispered.

“You’re not touching the dress.”

“No? Feels nice. Soft. Take it off.”

“No,” she said, pushing him away slightly.

They lay relatively quiet for a few minutes as they got their breath back.

Alexander’s fingers went back to rubbing her leg. “Stop rubbing my leg,” Tatiana whispered. She throbbed from her thighs to her navel. “Stop touching me.”

“Can’t. I’ve waited too long for you.” Bending over her, he pressed his lips to her throat. “You don’t want me, Tania?” he whispered. “Tell me you don’t want me.” His hands were tugging the dress down from her shoulders. “Take it off.”

“Please,” she panted. “Shura, come on, I can’t keep quiet. You have to stop.”

He wouldn’t stop. The dress came off one arm, then off the other.

Alexander took her hand and put it on his chest. “Tania, feel my heart! Don’t you want to lie against my chest?” he said imploringly. “Your bare breasts on my chest, your heart next to my heart. Come on, just for a second. Then you can put the dress back on.”

Tatiana silently stared at him in the dark, at his blazing bronze eyes, at his moist mouth. How could she say no to Alexander? She lifted her arms. Alexander slipped the dress over her head. She went to cover her breasts, and his hands stopped her. “Keep your hands down.”

He lay on his back and said, “Come, lie on top of me.”

“You don’t want to lie on top of me?” Tatiana asked softly.

He pulled her to him. “Not if you want me to stop.”

Groaning, Tatiana lay down carefully against his chest.

“Oh, Tania,” Alexander said intensely, his arms around her. “Do you feel that?”

“I do,” she whispered, her own heart ready to burst.

His hands ran over her back down to her hips, caressing her through her panties, pulling them down a little, caressing her bare bottom. Pushing her up from him, Alexander fondled her breasts. “I have been dreaming of your beautiful breasts for a year,” he said, smiling, breathing through his parted mouth. Tatiana wanted to tell him that she had been dreaming of his beautiful, unstoppable hands on her for a year but couldn’t speak. She wanted to tell him that she had been dreaming of his beautiful, unstoppable mouth on her nipples for a year but couldn’t speak. What she wanted to do was lean over him and put her nipple into his mouth. She was too shy to do that. All she could do was watch his face and pant.

Alexander closed his eyes. “Tatia, please, keep quiet. I can’t wait any longer.” He pulled at her nipples. She moaned so loudly that he stopped, but not for long. Pushing her off him, Alexander lay her down onto her back. “Look at you,” he whispered. He sucked her nipples for a moment. Tatiana’s hands were grasping at the sheet. One of Alexander’s hands went around her mouth, the other went on her thigh. “Tania,” he said, “you think I’m hungry?”

“Hmm…” she panted into his palm.

“I’m not hungry,” Alexander whispered. “I’m famished. Watch out for me. Now, don’t make a single sound,” he said, getting on top of her. “Tania, God… I’ll cover your mouth, just like this, and you hold on to my arms, just like this, and I’m going to—just like this—”

Tatiana cried out so loudly that Alexander stopped, fell back on the bed, put his arm over his face, and groaned.

They lay next to each other, only their legs touching, hers bare, his still in his trousers. His arm remained around his face.

Reluctantly Tatiana put her dress back on.

“I’m going to die,” he whispered to her. “Die, Tatiana.”

You’re going to die? she thought, beginning to crawl to the edge to get down.

Alexander stopped her. “Where are you going? Sleep with me.”

“No, Shura.”

“What?” He smiled, still panting. “You don’t trust me?”

“Not for a second.” She smiled back.

“I promise I’ll be good.”

“No, they’ll come out, they’ll see.”

“See what? What are they going to do?” He wasn’t letting go of her arms. “Tatia, right here,” he whispered, tapping on his chest. “Just like you did in Luga. Remember? You called me over, you said, come near me. Well, now I’m telling you to come.”

Tatiana crawled to him and put her head into the crook of his arm. Alexander pulled the blankets over them and hugged her. She placed her hand on his smooth bare chest, feeling his rapid heart. “Shura, darling…”

“I’ll be all right,” he said, sounding as if he wouldn’t be.

“Just like in Luga.” She rubbed his chest gently.

“Maybe a little lower? Just kidding, just kidding,” he quickly said when Tatiana stopped. “Love your hair against me,” Alexander whispered, stroking her head, kissing her temple. “Love everything of yours against me.”

“Don’t, Shura, please,” Tatiana muttered, kissing his chest and closing her eyes. She felt infinite comfort lying in his arms. His fingers caressing her head were forcing her eyes shut. “That feels nice,” she murmured.

Minutes passed. Minutes or—

Maybe seconds.

Moments.

Blink.

“Tania,” Alexander said, “are you asleep?”

“No,” she said, and then they looked at each other and smiled. She parted her mouth to kiss him, and he shook his head and said, “No. Keep your lips away, if you want me away.”

Tatiana kissed his shoulder and stroked him while he stroked her. “Shura,” she whispered, “I’m so happy you came for me.”

“I know. Me, too.”

She rubbed her lips against his skin.

“Tania,” whispered Alexander, “want to talk?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Tell me. Start at the beginning. Don’t stop until you finish.”

Tatiana started at the beginning but couldn’t get past the sled near the ice hole in the lake.

Neither could Alexander.

Then she was asleep and woke up when the rooster crowed.

7

“Oh, my,” she said, trying to extricate herself from him. “Let go. I have to go, quick.”

Alexander was profoundly asleep and not moving. She noticed that about him. He was a good sleeper. She managed to move out from under his arm and jump down from the side of the stove.

Tatiana put on a clean dress and ran to get the water from the well, and ran to milk the goat, and ran to exchange goat’s milk for some cow’s milk. When she came back to the house, Alexander was already up and shaving. “Good morning,” he said to her, smiling.

“Good morning,” she said, too embarrassed to look at him. “Here, let me help.” She sat in the chair in front of him, holding a small broken mirror to her chest as he shaved. He kept cutting himself every few seconds, as if the knife he was using weren’t sharp. “You’re going to kill yourself with that thing,” said Tatiana. “What do they issue you in the army? Maybe you should grow your beard back.”

“It’s not the knife,” he said. “The knife is very sharp.”

“What is it, then?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

She saw him staring at her breasts.

“Alexander…” she said, putting the mirror down.

“Oh, now that it’s daylight, I’m suddenly Alexander again?” he said.

Tatiana couldn’t look at him but couldn’t help smiling either. She felt so exhilarated this morning, she had practically skipped home carrying the two pails of milk.

Alexander made coffee. He poured her a cup, and they sat silently outside in the breathy morning and drank the hot liquid, their bodies lightly touching. “It’s a nice morning,” she said quietly.

“It’s a glorious morning,” he said, turning to her and beaming.

Naira called her, and Tatiana went to attend to her chores while Alexander collected his things. “What are you doing?” she asked with a twitch of anxiety when he came outside.

“We’re getting out of here,” he said. “Right now.”

“We are?” A smile lit up her face.

“Yes.”

“I can’t, I have to do laundry. I have to make breakfast.”

“Tania, that’s my point exactly. I have to come before laundry. I have to come before breakfast.” Alexander stared at her.

She backed away. “Look,” she said, “help me. I’ll be done so much faster if you help me.”

“And then you’ll come with me?”

“Yes,” she said, almost inaudibly. But Alexander smiled at her. She knew he had heard.

She made eggs and potatoes for everyone. Alexander gulped down his food and said, “Let’s go do the laundry.”

Quickly he carried the basket of clothes to the river. Tatiana carried the washboard and soap. She could hardly keep up.

“So since when do you make rude jokes in the presence of a whole group of young people?” Alexander asked.

Tatiana shook her head. “Shura, it was just a stupid joke. I didn’t realize it was going to upset you.”

“Yes you did. That’s why you didn’t want to tell it in front of me.”

She ran alongside him. “I didn’t want you to be upset.”

“Why would I be upset? Have I ever been upset by your other jokes?”

Tatiana kept quiet before she answered him because she wanted to figure out what it was that was obviously still niggling him. That the joke was inappropriate? That it was rude? That she told the joke to Vova? To strangers Alexander didn’t know? That it was out of her character? That it didn’t fit in with what he knew about her? Yes, Tatiana decided. It was the last. He brought it up now because he was worried about something. She said nothing until they got to the river. “I barely know what the joke means,” she said.

He glanced at her. “But you know just enough what it means?”

Aha, thought Tatiana. He is worried about me. She didn’t reply, stepping into the water and wetting the washboard and the soap.

Alexander watched her while he smoked. “So how do you keep your white dress from getting wet?”

“The bottom gets a little wet. What?” She blushed. “What are you looking at?”