Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. This week’s snippet comes a bit after last week’s, after Igor has had some guy talk with Violetta’s 6-year-old baby brother Fernand. Violetta’s mother, Granyechka, then leaned through the window and shouted down to Igor that he was welcome to come inside. She invited Fernand in too, but he passed up the offer of hot chocolate and lots of warm cookies in favor of spending more time with his friends and not going right back into a house full of women.
Saint Varlaam of the Caves
Fernand goes back to kicking the ball while Igor heads inside. Igor knows which apartment is Violetta’s without even knocking, not least because it’s the one right across the hall from Fedya’s old apartment. This apartment has a large ornate Crucifix in the center of the door, along with several prayer cards depicting Saints Olga, Vladimir, Dmitriy Donskoy, Boris and Gleb, Varlaam of the Caves, and Serafim.
When Igor steps inside, he’s hit with a delicious scent wave of cookies, hot chocolate, pie, and cinnamon. The walls are bedecked with more Russian Orthodox imagery, cutouts from movie magazines, photographs, a few posters and paintings, and artwork, tests, and homework assignments. Igor averts his eyes when he sees the name Mariya childishly scrawled on some yellowing papers with very simple crayon drawings. If he’d lost a child, he’d stuff those things away in a locked box in the furthest recesses of a remote closet, instead of keeping them on the wall to be tortured by every single day for twenty-one years and counting.
“Welcome to our humble home,” Granyechka says. “Those are my other surviving daughters, eleven-year-old Flora and fifteen-year-old Ariadna. Please, have a seat, and I’ll serve you whatever you’d like.”
July 1948 issue of Screenland, which Granyechka doubtless would’ve had on her wall. She absolutely loves Clark Gable!
Mariya was Granyechka’s firstborn child, who died of diphtheria in April 1927, at three years old. Her second child, 3-month-old Khariton, died of diphtheria at the same time. They were buried in the same coffin, with Khariton in his big sister’s arms, and some of Granyechka’s milk dribbled on their lips.