«The Hungry Girl from the Orphanage»
«Again, you?» Ivan Petrovich, the baker, asked, noticing the girl. Ivan Petrovich was already an old man, his hair gray. The girl stood as if rooted to the spot. Her eyes were drawn to the fresh golden buns on the counter. Anna looked at the baker and, after a deep sigh, nodded to him. «I’m … Read more