The little widow with the baby close to her heart could barely make ends meet. Just the other day in the spruce grove, she pushed aside the bushes and was stunned by what she saw.

Marina struggled with great effort to get to her feet. A sharp pain pierced her back, yet there was no time to delay. If she didn’t gather the forest’s treasures—mushrooms, berries—the approaching cold would turn into true torment. “Lord, Andrey, how are we going to get out of this? How do we go on? Why […]

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