FOUR YEARS LATER
Four winters and four summers passed by. Days, months, years went by. The horror was gone, but the deep agony in the heart remained. That agony-filled heart had a seal of guilt, and the seal could only be broken through forgiveness.
It was winter once again, and the cold had always been harsh to the people of Russia.
The countryside had always been calm and soothing, except for the usual harm the winter brought to the fields and livestock.
"Stir it harder, have the cold gotten to your head?" Oksana huffed out while wrapping the apron around her chubby waist. Olga sighed and pressed her lips together, stirring in the huge pot as hard as she could.
"That's more like it." Oksana patted her shoulder and began to chop vegetables.
"Is she taking off today?" Olga asked an
