I forgot to mention the flu. A bad one. A bug so insidious, so stubborn, I haven't seen its like in many years. We have been coughing, moaning, vomiting, shivering, sweating, unable to decide whether it's upper respiratory or digestive and wishing, in any case, we could just lie still and die.
Today was better, spent in Warsaw, the final day of this sort-of reprieve from Moscow. In the afternoon, the aunts E & A, ebullient and vaguely tragic sisters of a certain age, both unlucky in love, met us for tea. One patiently read book after book to EB while the other told us about her grandmother, a debutante in pre-revolutionary Petersburg, who traded jewelry for animal feed on the road to Warsaw to escape the Bolsheviks. Who cares if it's true? It was lovely to sit in the green-paneled cafe and munch ginger cake and feel the steam from the teapot and think about how safely far both Russia and those days are.
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