Chapter 28On the train ride home, I slumped back in my seat and tried to sleep but the throbbing of my cheek kept me awake. My hands were sore. I had hit the Russian hard. Harder than anyone else in my life – and it had felt good. Mama would not be pleased, of course. Confronting my mother was not something I considered lightly. I looked over at Jerzy who seemed glum.
“What are you moping about?”
He sighed.
“I enjoyed the excitement of the big city, the size and noise of it. Returning to the farm and its dull life with my parents and two sisters will be boring. With winter about to settle in, my life will be quiet and monotonous. My father will spend his days drinking vodka and criticizing me. In the afternoons, he goes to meet his cronies for games of cards and drinks in the local tave
