The Wistful Mountain
The winter of 1913 in St. Petersburg was not a season but a siege, a grey, industrial pressure that held the city in a grip of frost and coal smoke. The Neva ran black and sluggish beneath the ice, carrying the silt of the factories that lined its banks, while the courtyards of the old estates shrank into frozen pockets of silence. In the Vinogradov house, a requisitioned boarding house on the...
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