The road from the station passed through lgnatievo, then swerved near the farm we had lived on each summer before the war, and through a dense oak forest went on as far as Tomshino. Usually we spotted our people as soon as they appeared from behind a bush in the mid-field. If he turned from the bush towards our house, then it's father. If not, it meant it was not father and that father would never come. 1975. via 500px http://ift.tt/1yp7gES
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