Just before midnight, the old man’s hand on my shoulder jolts me from a deep sleep. “Helena,” he croaks, “there’s dust everywhere.” My...

“You knew this would happen, marrying a soldier,” Mama said as we stood on the steps outside Kazan Cathedral, “my father and his...

Come on, I say. Hurry up. Someone is going to see us. It is so close to the end of twilight that it’s practically night. It is...