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Название книги: The Kitchen Boy
Автор(ы): Robert Alexander
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Kitchen-Boy-192721.html
© 2003
In memory of my mother,Elizabeth Cottrell
PROLOGUE
Saint Petersburg, RussiaSummer 2001Peering through the peephole of her apartment door, the old woman didn’t know what to do. Finally, she cleared her throat and called out in a voice as frail as an October leaf.“Kto tam?” Who’s there?On the other side of the thick, padded door, the young stranger, tall and striking, her hair brown and thick, replied not in Russian, but English, saying, “A friend from America.”Instantly, the babushka’s weary eyes blossomed with tears. It could be no one else. It had to be the girl from Chicago. And realizing it was the moment she had both feared and prayed for, the aged Russian beat her chest in a frantic cross. Next, almost without thinking, her hands worked the crude Soviet lock and she heaved back the door. Fully aware of their miraculous collision of fate, the two women stood in quiet awe.The American, her eyes shimmering with tears of relief and grief, broke the awkward silence. “Perhaps you don’t realiz
Название книги: The Kitchen Boy
Автор(ы): Robert Alexander
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Kitchen-Boy-192721.html
© 2003
In memory of my mother,Elizabeth Cottrell
PROLOGUE
Saint Petersburg, RussiaSummer 2001Peering through the peephole of her apartment door, the old woman didn’t know what to do. Finally, she cleared her throat and called out in a voice as frail as an October leaf.“Kto tam?” Who’s there?On the other side of the thick, padded door, the young stranger, tall and striking, her hair brown and thick, replied not in Russian, but English, saying, “A friend from America.”Instantly, the babushka’s weary eyes blossomed with tears. It could be no one else. It had to be the girl from Chicago. And realizing it was the moment she had both feared and prayed for, the aged Russian beat her chest in a frantic cross. Next, almost without thinking, her hands worked the crude Soviet lock and she heaved back the door. Fully aware of their miraculous collision of fate, the two women stood in quiet awe.The American, her eyes shimmering with tears of relief and grief, broke the awkward silence. “Perhaps you don’t realiz
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