Liza Svyatova came up to me on crutches, and I helped her sit down on the grass next to me.
"The cooks say there's hardly any food left. There's only enough for this lunch, but we'll have to start saving for dinner," the girl said, looking at the trickling water.
"It's not scary. We've got twenty-two kilometers left to the finish line. If we push ourselves, you'll be having dinner at your boarding school this evening."
"Actually, that's exactly what I'm talking about. Margarita Buinova was born in the village of Spas-Torbeevo, not far from here. Her mother died, and her father became a heavy drinker. Her father was stripped of his parental rights, and the girl was taken to an orphanage. But Margo still had relatives in that village, who sometimes visited her at the orphanage. And the gi
