The familiar scent of earl gray tea sends me back to my grandma's living room. When I was in elementary school, I'd come over multiple times a week and we'd sit on her off-white couch drinking black ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
"Maroussia, don't go too far from the house!"The little girl shrugged. The old lady was calling to her from the cottage steps, waving her stick like when she rounded up the goats at nightfall. "Grandma, I have to go to the old well!" "What do you mean? It's a new moon. The darkest night of the year. You'll get lost!""That's why, Grandma. I have to see the fairies... It's important!""What a load of garbage! There's no such thing as fairies. Come back right now, you'll catch a cold running around in the snow like that!" Could Grandma not see the signs? The sun was growing weaker by the day, its