July 23rd, 1918.

Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov.

I wake up on a moving train. I know it is sunny already because the curtains are open. When did we go ashore?

I am in a cabin, lying on two of the seats. I have a blanket over me.

My forehead is sticky with dried sweat. My cheeks are marked by old tears.

My bad knee is raised by pillows. The pain in my legs and arms is a lot milder, but still there. My head hurts as well.

My sister is sleeping on the other two seats. She looks really tired sleeping like that, with her mouth wide open. I think she was the one holding my hand and kissing my face. I do not know what happened, but I am sure I ruined her night. I do not want her to wake up, so I try to sleep again.

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The next time I wake up, Olenka is caressing my forehead. I feel exhausted, not as if I had just been sleeping.

"What happened?" My voice is raspy.

"Your knee is the most swollen it has been since you accidentally bumped it on the bed back in Ekaterinburg", Olga holds my hand as she answers. "It caused you a lot of pain tonight. You were also delirious with fever even the morning after."

My sister seems sad but composed. This is not the first time something like that happens.

Looking at me with affection, Olga kisses my hand two times and places it on the side of her face. I want to kiss her dear face as well, but I am too weak and still in pain.

We keep staring at each other. I caress the good side of her face with the hand she is holding. She smiles. My poor sister.

After a while, she continues telling me what happened:

"We already went ashore at Kazan and left. Valeriy and I gave you a cold bath in a hotel there. Right now, we are heading towards Moscow, but it seems you were too ill to notice anything. You passed out several times, like when you had the nosebleed, remember? I suffered so much tonight seeing you like that. We had to give you another morphine injection. This time I allowed Anastasia to give you a bigger dose."

I am so grateful for her. She is like a saint, like mama. I really want to hug her, but then a terrible thought crosses my mind.

"Moscow? Why?!" I try to sit up and intense pain floods my body. "Were those red guards real? Are we arrested again?!"

"Sh, shh, no, talk less loudly", my sister makes me lie down again by caressing my forehead with the hand she is not using to hold mine. "After we get to Moscow, we are heading south", Olga explains. "But we are staying there for a day to rest. It was always part of the plan. Sergei passed himself as a member of the Cheka to get us good cabins." She chuckles.

"But were those red guards real?!" I cry. "I heard them asking for us!"

"You are not wrong. A few red guards stopped the train at one station. They were looking for a thirteen-year-old boy and a woman with a battered face. When they inevitably suspected us, Sergei gave a great speech in which he introduced you as the brave red guard injured in battle, just like he told us he would yesterday morning. I wish you had been well enough to witness that incredibly well-acted spectacle. You were yelling the entire time that they were going to kill you, my poor dear, but they believed you were referring to the Czech. Some of the red guards even started singing the Marseillaise and other revolutionary songs to you. It was incredibly fun to play along by joining them. Valeriy and Anastasia came up with the idea. I was terribly afraid they would uncover the truth based on the simple fact I didn´t know the lyrics to any of the songs though, so I just mumbled them…" Olga chuckles when she reaches that part of the story. I smile and try to laugh, which makes her laugh properly. Once my sister manages to keep her laughter in check, she continues:

"It was very amusing indeed despite the horrible circumstances. You looked so scared it was painful to watch, but you are right sunbeam, the three of them are very nice. You have no idea how much they have helped me take care of you."

Olga smiles. I am glad to hear most of what I saw and heard last night were just nightmares.

I grin from ear to ear as well, but am quite disappointed. It would have been incredibly fun to experience all that while being aware of what was happening.

"Did you act as the woman attacked by the foreign counterrevolutionaries that was going to join the Red Army?" I ask.

"I was too afraid to say anything until the singing began", Olga chuckles. "I thought it was the end at first, but yes, Sergei told them my made-up story and I didn't contradict him. Instead, I glared at the red guards as if they were stupid buffoons that had made a huge mistake crossing me, a soldier. I don't know whether that can be called acting, I am sure Nastya would have done it better."

We both laugh.

Olga then shows me the face she made in front of the red guards. It is so funny. I love her so much.

I raise my right arm and open and close my hand to communicate I want to hug her. She understands the gesture and takes me into her arms. It feels so nice I want to cry from relief.

I feel almost as safe as when it was papa holding me. Olya has the same warmness papa had.

"I did have many nightmares this time", I confess, weeping. My sister hugs me tighter in response.

"I know darling," she says after a minute with a sad voice. "I heard you screaming".

I don´t really describe any of my nightmares. She must know what they were about. There is nothing I have gone through that hasn´t been similarly terrible or worse for her.

I do repeat how much they scared and horrified me over and over again as she hugs and comforts me without any rush, just affection. I cry for mama and papa and she sympathizes. I take all the time I need and she doesn´t complain. I do love her.

"They were so very cruel to you!" I sob loudly, finally letting it all out. "They hurt you! Animals! Animals!"

"We are safe now, darling", she replies calmly, but I can tell she is crying as well. Her voice broke after the first two words. I no longer feel guilty about making her cry as I would have before though. I think she needs to cry. I think it might make my sister feel better.

"Does it hurt now?" I ask, sniveling. "What they did?"

"It hurts less and less every hour darling", she weeps. "I will be fine, don´t you dare worry about that." Then, after kissing my cheek twice, she adds: "Your legs and arms must hurt a lot more now."

I think she is lying. I have seen her limping. I am in a lot of pain though. It grows stronger by the minute. Maybe my legs do hurt more, which does soothe me a bit. It means she will be fine. If I can take it so can she. Olga is strong.

So we keep crying in each other´s arms. It goes on for a while. I enjoy being safe. I enjoy knowing that she is safe, at least for now. Please God, don´t let anyone hurt her like that ever again. Anything but that.

"Thank you", I tell her once I feel ready. "Thank you for taking care of me, you are a jewel, I love you."

I am no longer weeping, but my cheeks are still wet with tears.

"I love you too sunbeam", she says. "I hope the worst is over now".

Olga tells wipes her own tears, and after she kisses my cheek one more time, we pull away and I lie back down. My sister takes a deep breath.

"Are you hungry Alexei?" She asks. "It is already time for dinner. We can eat here in the cabin if you are too tired."

I am not hungry, and she probably notices that, but I want to get better, so I nod.

We eat inside the cabin. I sit up straight to do it, which makes the room spin around. It is torture to eat. I do not feel like throwing up or anything, but the food is bland, at least for me. It does seem to help me a bit after a while though. I feel much stronger, but my leg still hurts so much I want to cry out at times.

My sister keeps reading "Little Women" to me while I lie to recover my strength.

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"What is the point of anything she just dies in the end?" I complain again as soon as Olga finishes reading the book. "She should have healed", I keep protesting. "Jo was taking care of her".

I realize, embarrassed, that I have the urge to cry again, for both the sister who dies in the book and the pain I feel in my leg. I barely manage to pull myself together.

"I am sorry Alyosha", Olga says. "These things happen all the time."

"But I don't get why the author would write that when she can decide what it is that happens", I object. "All those things Beth did for the poor German family and how her sister Jo took care of her tirelessly when she was ill for nothing, she just dies in the end when she was the nicest one!"

My voice breaks at the last word. I start crying. I am being so stupid right now, upset over a book, but it is not fair, why did it need to have a sick character that dies in the end? This is not the right time.

Olga puts an index finger on her chin and starts thinking. She always tries to find a good answer to every question.

"This part of the story is not necessarily about Beth, Alyosha, even though she was at the center of it", my sister explains. "Beth inspired her sisters to appreciate what they had, something they didn't do while she was healthy, and she moved other people with her kindness. Even if she died in the end, her story matters, it is important because of everything it taught her sisters about love and devotion. She still lives in them every time they think of Beth and are inspired by her strength. Think about Jo, if she were real, mama would say that her soul grew by having such devotion for her sister. It is never, ever, for nothing. God knows why he does things.

"It made me sad as well, especially because of how much I miss our sisters. Beth reminds me of our sweet Masha in particular, although Beth is shyer. I find it very moving to see you react this way, especially because you didn't want to read the book at first, remember?" Olga smiles at the recent memory, but now I wish I had never read the stupid book.

I must still look upset, because my sister gives me a forehead kiss, wipes my tears, and then pinches my good cheek to cheer me up. I burst into sobs and hug Olenka. What she said just reminded me of my other sisters. Masha gave the best hugs. She hugged as tight as a bear, and she does remind me of Beth. I miss her and her hugs.

But most of all I am still upset about the book. Why did she have to die? It is just a story, I know, but death is real. It has taken so many people I care about already. Death could come for me any moment, leaving my sisters heartbroken and sad. I do not like it.

I sob.

"Don´t worry Alyosha, you are not Beth, I promise", Olga comforts me. That statement only seems to make me more emotional, so I continue crying in her arms as she strokes my hair. It is as if she could read my mind. It takes me a while to regain composure.

I want something else to talk about, so my mind wanders to another part of the book that also annoyed me.

"And Laurie should have married Jo", I say, still holding Olga. "If I were Laurie I would have married her. Jo was more fun to be around."

Olga chuckles and my mood improves. We stop hugging. I sit with my back straight in order to talk while Olga kneels in front of my seat.

"Amy and Laurie had more things in common, they complemented each other", Olya points out. "I actually liked that they end up together. I think they would have a successful marriage if they were real, and besides, you don't always get to marry the person you love. Many circumstances come into play. The other person may not love you back the same way, they may find themselves in love with someone else, they may be from different social classes…"

"Like you and Pavel Voronv!" I exclaim. Olga blushes, and I can tell she is trying not to smile at the memory of Pavel. I like making her smile, so I stop feeling sad.

Paul Voronov was one of the officers of the Standart, our yacht before the revolution. My sisters have told me Olga liked him a lot.

"Yes…" Olga admits. "But he married someone else, just like Laurie. Sometimes people are not meant for each other. It is God´s will."

"And Tanya and Malama!" I laugh. "And Masha and Kolya!"

Dmitri was a soldier Tatiana helped nurse back to health. He gave her Ortipo, her bulldog. The first one died, but Malama gave her a second dog because he loved my sister very much.

Kolya was also an officer of the Standart. He was very fat, so we called him fatso. He was kind and tender like our dear Masha though, so she, of course, loved him. I once defended Kolya from his boss. I liked Kolya, and he was being treated unfairly.

Olga rolls her eyes at my overenthusiasm, but she is still smiling. It is amusing to know about all of my sisters´ crushes.

It is also funny to think they would have to kiss them if they ever got married, but not like those men kissed Olga while she looked dead. They would both stick their mouths together at the same time like mama and papa used to do sometimes, which looks very weird and must feel kind of icky. It would be so fun to assist a wedding where one of my sisters gets married and kisses her husband in the end. My sisters are going to be so happy when they wed, and I will gain four entire brothers! I have always wanted one.

Although, I am probably going to miss my sisters as well... I will no longer be the most special man in their lives after papa...

I shamefully admit I will also feel a bit jealous. I hope none of them gets married too soon after I see them again.

"Exactly, both Kolya and Malama were very nice and decent men, they would have made excellent husbands for our sisters in different circumstances", Olga chuckles.

"Did you ever kiss Voronov?" I ask with a devilish grin.

"Alyosha!" Olga exclaims, raising her eyebrows, but then she relaxes. "No, darling, never, or ever did the sisters kiss any of their sweethearts. It is not appropriate to kiss anyone who isn't your spouse yet on the mouth, but Voronov and I talked a lot, and I felt deliriously happy every time I saw him or was near him. I missed him tremendously whenever he was gone, and he was one of the main reasons I loved the sea. I became a bit obsessed, and he was only the first one I loved as intensely. There was also my Mitya, who I haven't seen in so long, I hope he is alright and... oh well, I am rambling. You will understand someday when you are older."

Olga is smiling and blushing the entire time she talks about the feelings she had or maybe still holds for Voronov and Mitya. What she said before makes me feel outraged on her behalf though.

I need to tell her, but I fear she will be embarrassed. She did tell me not to talk about it… I am not sure about it now...

"Those bad men that beat you also kissed you while you were not awake", I finally decide to say, lowering my head.

Olga nods, and her eyes fill with tears as she does. Slowly, her tears start falling. She is becoming more upset than I thought she would.

For an instant, I wish I hadn´t told her, but I also think she has the right to know. I would want to know.

"I wish they had at the very least not done that", my sister wipes her tears away and gives me a sad smile.

She would have never wanted to kiss them herself! Those entitled men… I feel even more outraged. Guiltier than ever about not having protected her. I didn´t do everything I could. I am still alive.

If I weren´t so sick I wouldn´t have been as afraid. I would have been brave. I would have chosen to keep fighting the four of them till the end.

"I am sorry," I say. I am the man of no house.

"Don't worry, let us not talk or even think about that ever again, all right?"

I nod. If that makes her feel better then so be it. I will never tell anyone.

I can´t help but feel confused. Olga seems to be ashamed of what happened. I feel terrified whenever I think about what they did to me, but not embarrassed.

Maybe it is because what they did to her was particularly gross and icky, but that just proves those men are incredibly evil and hateful, and that there is something wrong with their heads, otherwise I can´t see how they could have come up with something like that to torture someone. They were obviously crazy. If she told everyone what they did to her, anyone would see it is dangerous to put the reds in charge of a country. They made my sister suffer so much... they were embarrassing her, hurting her, humiliating her. They were killing her. I hold back tears.

"I am sorry", I repeat.

"For what?" She asks with concern.

"Nothing", I smile. I need to change the subject so I do not start crying. "I don't care what you say, Laurie should have married Jo."

Olga rolls her eyes, smiles, shakes her head, and proceeds to explain to me why I am wrong as if this were a math question with an unquestionably correct answer and not some silly preference about a book.

I don´t back down so easily though. I may have brought up the subject to distract us, but I really do believe Jo and Laurie should have ended up together. After a while, Olga seems to get tired of my ramblings.

"I can´t believe how much you care about this Alyosha, you are just as romantic as me and the sisters!" Olga exclaims in bewilderment. "I remember when you were little you told Cousin Elizabeth that you loved her".

I remember Elizabeth and her sister Olga, we used to play together before the revolution. I love them both, Elizabeth even more so, but not like that. She is my friend.

"I don´t remember that happening", I say. "And I am not as romantic as the sisters. I am not romantic at all. I am a boy."

"You and Elizabeth were both three years old, so of course you don´t remember", Olga grins. "But you must remember your friend Irina Tolstaya, you wanted to marry her, do you recall? And you even worried Mr. Gilliard would marry her. That was not too long ago, like three or four years at most have passed."

"I do remember Irina, she is very pretty and kind," I admit. "But she is an adult and must have seen me as a little brother."

I smile after saying that. Still, she was a good friend to all of us. Every time my sisters saw Irina, they would let me know in their letters.

"Of course, you were too young to give it much thought or worry about it enough to make you lose sleep, but once you grow older it will begin to matter more", Olga says. "You need to remember the woman´s opinion matters too. Jo didn't want to marry Laurie."

"I know, I know", I sigh. "I just wish she did though, they would have been good together because they had a lot of fun…"

"But she didn´t, and when you get older you need to respect the woman´s opinion on that matter, on any matter that concerns her", my sister leans forward and says the next words in a profoundly serious tone. "Promise me you will always respect women like mama and papa taught you to".

"I promise", I nod, keeping my eyes wide open. I do not understand why that matters so much though. You can´t get married if you don´t want to anyway. The woman would only have to say she doesn´t come freely during the declaration of intent after the procession and the priest will not continue marrying her.

I remember that time before the war when my family visited Rumania. They wanted Olga to marry the Crown Prince of Rumania, Carol, but my sister did not like him.

"It is like with Carol, right?" I ask. "You didn't like him, and papa respected that."

"Exactly," my sister answers, then she smiles. "I don´t think Carol liked me either, although I wouldn´t really know. I had already decided before we even got to Rumania that I wouldn´t marry him, so we didn´t speak much. He later asked papa for Mashka´s hand. She was only sixteen! Papa rightfully told Carol that Maria was only a schoolgirl."

"It would have been weird for Masha to marry so young, especially Carol", I chuckle… but if Olga had married Carol, those horrible things would not have happened to her. "Do you regret not marrying Carol?" I ask my sister. Back then I worried Olga would be moving away. Now, at times, I wish she had.

"It is funny. Tatiana and I talked about this months ago. Even now, after everything that has happened, I do not regret refusing to marry Carol. I wanted to remain in Russia, and I can't even begin to imagine how worried I would have been for all of you since February of last year if I had been in Rumania during the revolution. The uncertainty would have killed me."

Her answer makes me feel a bit better.

I love teasing my sister about her would-be husband, but I do not actually remember much about Carol. The thing I recall the most about that trip is playing with his siblings, Prince Nicholas and Princess Ileana of Rumania. While eating grapes during a tea party I spit the pips into the lemonade bowl with a really good aim. Then I taught Nicholas how to do the same.

I have seen pictures of Ileana after the visit. She must look even prettier now in person. I remember she had light brown hair, a small nose, and gorgeous light eyes, either green or blue. They illuminated her beautiful face. She was really nice and kind to me during the visit, but I didn´t actually notice or appreciate her beauty back then, as much as Nastya teased me and tried to claim otherwise. I look back at her with different eyes now though.

"I liked Ileana a lot", I tell Olga, and she smiles at me. "Olya, do you think that if we meet again when we are older and she likes me back I will be able to marry her even if I never become the Tsar?"

Olga gives me a sad look.

"I don't think so Alyosha", she replies. "Not unless her family recognizes your claim in exile, but I think they would prefer to make an alliance with a house that is still in power."

I lower my head. That is a bit unfortunate, but she is probably right. I hadn't thought about Ileana in a long time anyway.

"But don't worry darling", Olga keeps going. "There are lots of other girls out there who are free to marry whoever they want, and you are too young to be worrying about that either way."

That reminds me there is something good about all of this.

"Olya!" I exclaim. "Now that you are no longer a Grand Duchess you can marry whoever you want as well when we get to the Crimea! Even an officer like Voronov! Or a soldier like Mitya! But of course, we have to wait for our sisters fir…"

"I am not going to get married Alyosha", Olga interrupts me with a sad smile and a melancholic tone of voice.

I do not understand. Maybe she is too sad to get married now, but she can do marry in a few years.

"Why not?" I ask. "You have always wanted to get married".

"I have changed my mind", she responds. "I think I am going to join a convent once I am sure all of you are safe."

I raise my eyebrows.

"But why did you change your mind?" I inquire further.

My sister doesn´t seem to know what to say. She looks around the cabin and bites her lip, probably searching for a good answer to give me. I am sure she will tell me a lie. I can see it in her face. It annoys me.

"The trials God has sent me have put things into perspective", she finally replies. "The things I once considered desirable don't feel so important anymore. I think I will feel more at peace in a convent."

That makes a bit of sense, convents are peaceful places full of prayer. They are an incredibly good choice to forget about what happened. Olga has always been the most religious out of my sisters. If any of them was destined to join a convent that would be her.

But still, Olenka looked so happy when I mentioned the man she used to love, and the way she reacted to our talks about marriages and fictional book couples proves the thought of it is still dear to her heart.

Maybe Olga does want to join a convent, but I know that is not what would make her deliriously happy, as she said Voronov made her feel. My sister even sounded sad when she said she wasn't going to get married, as if she had been cursed with being unable to do so and it weren't a decision she freely made.

"I don´t think that is what would make you happy Olenka", I tell her. She is about to argue back but I continue speaking before she is able to. "You can of course do whatever you want. I understand what you told me. Maybe joining a convent will solve all the problems troubling your soul, because you will stop wishing for anything and live only to serve Christ, who will take all your troubles away."

"That is why…" Olga begins, but I interrupt her once again.

"But it is not what would make you the happiest. Christ will always be with you and comfort you after every trial you face, whether you join a convent or not.

"You are not joining a convent out of vocation, or because God gave you a sign. You are joining because you think you can no longer marry, which is not a good reason. Even if you do remain a spinster, that doesn't mean you have to join a convent. You wouldn't be able to dance as often, and you always loved to dance. You wouldn't be able to spend as much time with us either, the sisters and I would miss you. I don't understand the reason you can't get married anyway."

Olga has tears in her eyes but she wipes them away before they fall.

"Baby, I will try to explain", she breathes deeply and, after pondering for a while what she is about to say, continues. "No decent man would consider me a good choice for marriage anymore, not after… I…

"Not after those men did all those distasteful things to me, it is… considered bad luck, yes, their families might not like the idea either, and I can't change that."

"But what does that have to do with anything? That sounds like silly superstition", I say. "You are good, sweet, kind, smart, brave, you are good at singing and playing piano as well… and… sorry, at the moment you are not very pretty, but once your face heals you will look good again, everyone always says that you sisters are pretty."

"Oh, darling!" Olga beams, then laughs and messes with my hair as if what I just said were just a joke or something endearing that should not be taken seriously. I frown. It makes me so angry. I really meant what I said. I hate it when people are condescending.

I also hate that Olga might genuinely accept this injustice when she is so good to everyone, when she has been so good to me. Her heart is filled with devotion and selflessness, and she has acted like a martyr ever since the Chekists came for me. She has acted like mama.

Now I understand why Olga is so ashamed and does not want me to tell anyone. She fears people won´t like her anymore because of what happened. Those people would be stupid because it could have also happened to any of them if they met men as crazy as the ones we met. There is nothing wrong with my sister.

A different idea crosses through my mind. Maybe what they did to her is what only husbands and wives are supposed to do together in order to make babies. That thing alluded to in several books I have read. That thing mama and papa said I would know more about once I was older. Maybe that is why what they did to her was so awful… because it was like kissing! Maybe that is why she doesn´t want to get married!

I hate the idea. A shiver runs down my spine at the mere thought. It can´t be true, it can´t be… I don't want it to be. It looked way too painful, and if that is what makes babies then papa had to do it to mama. Papa wouldn´t have. He wouldn´t. It can´t be. My parents loved each other.

Mama wouldn´t have loved papa as much if it were true, and no woman would want to get married… duh. No man would want to get married either. The idea was stupid. I breathe a sigh of relief.

Maybe it is something similar though. Other possibilities go through my mind... icky. I don´t want to think about it. I am glad I am only thirteen.

Those decent men are worthless either way if they reject my sister for that reason. I do not like them. I almost hate them. I prefer to be indecent if that is what a decent man is.

It is not fair that my sister might have to deal with rudeness or meanness now when she has gone through so much already.

My sight gets blurry when I imagine people bullying or mocking her just like those evil men did. If that ever happens, it will be because of me. The pain in my leg is becoming as bad as it was yesterday. I might cry again, but I do not want to do it in front of Olga at the moment. I am still mad at her for not taking my compliments seriously. I am also kind of ashamed of being such a crybaby today.

"Don't be angry Alexei!" Olga exclaims when she notices my frown, seemingly amused by my anger, which just makes me angrier. "That is just the way things are most of the time in the world, but thank you for everything you said, it was very sweet".

Sweet. I pout as soon as I hear that word. She is still not taking me seriously, and if that weren´t enough, I can barely think with this pain! I wipe my tears before they fall and cross my arms. I do not want her to comfort me now. I am really mad at her.

"Well, you are stupid, boring, and too mean and angry to be bearable", I tell her. "If that is what you believe then that is what you are. I don´t care."

"I will tell you something Alexei", she says. "If I ever find a decent man who is willing to marry me, and I want to do it as well, I will accept his proposal just to take that ugly frown off your face".

I try to stop myself from smiling but I fail. I wipe what is left of my tears and chuckle. Even though I know she only said that to make me happy, I do not want to be angry at her anymore.

When Olga notices I am in a better mood she tickles me. We burst into laughter as we try to tickle each other. I never succeed at doing it, but she does. It goes on and on and I don´t get bored, just tired.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I laugh. "I am tired of laughing." I really am exhausted, and the pain has only been increasing with each passing moment.

"Do we pray and then go to sleep?" Olya asks.

"Mmm, I am really tired Olenka, and it really hurts, everything is starting to hurt so much again, I really want to sleep, can we do it tomorrow morning?"

"All right", she accepts with an understanding look. "Tomorrow, but be prepared, we are near the Kazansky Railway Station, so we are probably going to be awakened soon".

I nod.

"I am going to ask Anastasia to give you another small dose", Olga adds.

"But that is bad for me, isn't it?" I open my eyes.

"It really is darling, in excess, but I can see you are still in pain and I think it is cruel to deny you a small dose", Olga responds. "Once this attack passes we are done giving you morphine, I promise. I hope this is the last one you need."

Anastasia does end up giving me another shot. It is embarrassing to see her again knowing she saw how I acted while having nightmares. Olya and I thank her, but I try to avoid meeting her gaze.

After the nurse leaves, Olga kisses my forehead.

"Can you sing to me?" I request her before she has returned to her side of the cabin.

Olga smiles, kneels next to me, and starts caressing my hair while singing a lullaby.

She has a very pretty voice, sweet like that of an angel, and she really enjoys singing. It sounds even better when she plays the piano and the four sisters are singing together. I quickly fall asleep thinking of them.

Those decent men are stupid.