"What-UncleGorby" - читать интересную книгу автора (What Leslie)course through her. She felt so very alone, almost as if she were an incomplete
being, like a Matryeshka whose halves did not fit together. She opened the refrigerator to pour Anther's milk With the door open, the light's reflection formed a halo over her father's head. A lightness started in her chest, then floated downward toward her belly. It occurred to Katya that she ought to write to Uncle Gorby, ask if he remembered a brother -perhaps someone who left suddenly --someone the family no longer talked about. She wondered if her uncle had children of his own. She brought out Anther's milk. "Excuse me for a minute," she said, then dialed her fathers number. "Hello," her stepmother said. "Hi," Katya answered. "Could I ask you something? Where exactly in Russia did my father say he was born?" "I don't know, honey. He never talked about that." "But I heard him talk about Kiev once," Katya persisted. "When I forgot your wedding. Father said something like, 'If I had a son, he could learn a trade just like my father taught me back in Kiev.'" "No," her stepmother said. "It wasn't quite like that, as I recall it, and I "Well, what exactly did he say?" Katya asked. Her stepmother hesitated. "Now do you really want to go over this again?" she said. "Honestly. I warned him he was being too harsh." "Tell me," Katya said. "Now honey. I hate dragging this out again. He said," she began, "that he wished he had never had a daughter." "Oh," Katya said. "I guess that's right. Maybe you mentioned that once before." "Water under the bridge," said her stepmother. "Was he still angry with me when he died?" "Of course he was angry. But you know deep down inside he really loved you." "Yes," Katya said. But she didn't know, not really. She had Anther brush his teeth and she laid out his sleeping bag atop the sofa cushions. He clambered inside, smiling up at her as she smoothed down the pillow and turned off the light. |
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