The day Yaryna buried her father, she didn’t cry. She threw a handful of dirt on his coffin and walked away before the grave was even filled. Days later, her fiancé Demyan knelt in a meadow,…
Yaryna couldn’t believe her father was gone. Ostap had been full of life only days ago—joking, making plans, building something in his workshop. Now he lay in a coffin, his face gray and strangely unfamiliar. The church outside Bohuslav was packed. Incense and candle wax thickened the air. So many people pressed around her that … Read more