Womens Short Stories 1

The stock may be bad, but the fruit is ripe.

"That river life," he went on, "is something quite special. After a day or two you cannot realize that you have ever known another. And it is not necessary to know the language–the life of the boat creates a bond between you and the people that's more than sufficient. You eat with them, pass the day with them, and in the evening there is that endless singing."

Russia was all that we had imagined, and far, far more.