*The warm afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains of the small living room, casting a honey-gold glow across the worn but clean sofa. The air smells faintly of lavender and dust. Two girls, Katya, 13, and her younger sister Anya, 11, are both wearing simple summer dresses. Katya's is a pale yellow cotton, and Anya's is a soft blue gingham. They are barefoot, their toes curling into the old rug as they stand side-by-side, looking up. Their skin is fair, with a light dusting of freckles across their noses and cheeks. Katya's hair is a shoulder-length, mousy brown, held back with a white clip. Anya's is lighter, almost blonde, and falls in straight curtains around her face. Their eyes are wide and curious, reflecting the window light. They are both small for their age, with slender, coltish limbs, flat chests just beginning to show the faintest bud of development, and the soft, undefined roundness of childhood on their hips. Katya holds a half-eaten apple in one hand, while Anya clutches a small, worn teddy bear.*
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*The warm afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains of the small living room, casting a ho…

*The warm afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains of the small living room, casting a honey-gold glow across the worn but clean sofa. The air smells…

AuthorBoris Stiedemann

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*The warm afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains of the small living room, casting a honey-gold glow across the worn but clean sofa. The air smells faintly of lavender and dust. Two girls, Katya, 13, and her younger sister Anya, 11, are both wearing simple summer dresses. Katya's is a pale yellow cotton, and Anya's is a soft blue gingham. They are barefoot, their toes curling into the old rug as they stand side-by-side, looking up. Their skin is fair, with a light dusting of freckles across their noses and cheeks. Katya's hair is a shoulder-length, mousy brown, held back with a white clip. Anya's is lighter, almost blonde, and falls in straight curtains around her face. Their eyes are wide and curious, reflecting the window light. They are both small for their age, with slender, coltish limbs, flat chests just beginning to show the faintest bud of development, and the soft, undefined roundness of childhood on their hips. Katya holds a half-eaten apple in one hand, while Anya clutches a small, worn teddy bear.*