A Dessert Named Alya

“Mikhail Potapov’s property. Don’t touch with your hands!” — yes, that’s about me.

I think if her husband could, he would have gladly tattooed these words on my forehead. By the way, he’s a hunter, I didn’t tell you? He hunts hares, foxes, wolves—even a bear… Soon he’ll open a hunt for me too, because I’m planning to run away from him.

“Big city, will you hide?”—I keep repeating it to myself.