Stew, last stitches and Russian realism.
1. The fridge has been dredged for jars and roots, and now a venison stew is bubbling on the stove.
2. I put the last stitches into my little doll's pink felt shoes and hand her over to my daughter with the big scissors.
3. I'm wakeful, but there are two volumes of Turgenev on my e-reader, so I follow him into a lost world of mystic serfs and aspen groves and low mists and cart tracks.
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