Only My Dreams [antikvár]

v.OneAt first she tried to pretend she couldn't find it. The light was yellowing to darkness outside and the snow was coming in fat lazy flakes. She beetled about her tiny flat, slippers flapping at the soles of her feet and dangly earrings bobbing by her powdery cheeks.I was desperate to get back to the hotel. I wanted . j i to call Zander, and by now even a plate of smoked fish on stale bread and a shot of vodka seemed vaguely inviting.'So it was a present to your grandmother, was it?' I asked for the fourteenth time, unwrapping the disgusting sweet she had forced upon me as slowly as I could in the hope that I could abandon the thing in awe when she produced the egg.'From her lover. He was one of the soldiers who had to pack up the stuff from the Anichkov Palace and haul it off" to the Kremlin in 1917. He couldn't resist!' Mrs Shevtsova laughed. She coughed some gravel back down her throat and stubbed out her,{evil-smelhng Belamor Canal cigarette. 'Aha,' shei '-croaked.i.iThank God, I thought, swivelhng my rings and looking out at the snow. I could see her dragging a tatty cardboard box from the bottom of her11 i