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homelovefamily) wrote2019-10-19 11:57 pm
homelovefamily) wrote2019-10-19 11:57 pm
[au time]
The train leaves at midnight.
There is still so much to do, so many things that need to be done. How does one say goodbye to the only world she’s ever known? To her homeland? Anya’s memories may be a collection of nightmares and ghosts, vivid experiences that ultimately add up to nothing before waking in that hospital covered in blankets and bandages. But all of it, the good, the bad, the endless walking. They’re her life and they happened here in Russia.
Scurrying through the streets of Leningrad, she silently bids farewell, hesitating every now and then. This is an awfully big gamble. She knows she has to get to Paris, that her future lies there, but her past is so precious. It’s a massive leap into the unknown, trusting that the details she’s learned, the manners and dancing that she somewhat remembered will be enough. That there are real memories under it.
That she has a family after all.
Her first and most important stop is to collect the wages she’s owed. It takes some bullying, a threatening hand on a paperweight and some comment about talking to one of the girls she’s seen on the street about speaking to her comrade’s wife that gets him to hand over the owed money. Anya doesn’t like that she had to use that tactic, isn’t certain if she would have followed through, but the money will help. They need it.
It’s tucked away deep inside her coat as she continues on her errands, adding one additional one that is certainly a terrible idea. But she can’t leave without doing it. Without saying good-bye.
She finds him on the Nevsky Prospekt, just like she saw him that first day months ago. A late season snow is starting to fall, wet from the sea. For a moment she hesitates, watching him as he looks around, done with hi speeches for the day. Now is her chance.
With a deep breath, she nimbly makes her way through the crowd, slipping beside him. “Comrade!” she says loud enough to be heard through the crowd, reaching out a gloved hand. “Gleb! Do you have a moment?”
There is still so much to do, so many things that need to be done. How does one say goodbye to the only world she’s ever known? To her homeland? Anya’s memories may be a collection of nightmares and ghosts, vivid experiences that ultimately add up to nothing before waking in that hospital covered in blankets and bandages. But all of it, the good, the bad, the endless walking. They’re her life and they happened here in Russia.
Scurrying through the streets of Leningrad, she silently bids farewell, hesitating every now and then. This is an awfully big gamble. She knows she has to get to Paris, that her future lies there, but her past is so precious. It’s a massive leap into the unknown, trusting that the details she’s learned, the manners and dancing that she somewhat remembered will be enough. That there are real memories under it.
That she has a family after all.
Her first and most important stop is to collect the wages she’s owed. It takes some bullying, a threatening hand on a paperweight and some comment about talking to one of the girls she’s seen on the street about speaking to her comrade’s wife that gets him to hand over the owed money. Anya doesn’t like that she had to use that tactic, isn’t certain if she would have followed through, but the money will help. They need it.
It’s tucked away deep inside her coat as she continues on her errands, adding one additional one that is certainly a terrible idea. But she can’t leave without doing it. Without saying good-bye.
She finds him on the Nevsky Prospekt, just like she saw him that first day months ago. A late season snow is starting to fall, wet from the sea. For a moment she hesitates, watching him as he looks around, done with hi speeches for the day. Now is her chance.
With a deep breath, she nimbly makes her way through the crowd, slipping beside him. “Comrade!” she says loud enough to be heard through the crowd, reaching out a gloved hand. “Gleb! Do you have a moment?”