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you made me last summer.”<br />
Aleksandr nodded. “Very well, I will gather them. You<br />
rest.”<br />
She lay with a dragon stretched on either side of her and<br />
watched as he moved around the room. Her comb was beside the<br />
water bowl and the pouch hung by the door. The doll, however,<br />
proved more elusive. Aleksandr searched beside the food jars,<br />
checked the hearth and the log pile. He looked under the small<br />
table and even inside the scrap bin where old clothes were set<br />
aside to be remade. He searched every corner of the tiny oneroom<br />
house, but he could not find the doll. Minchka’s bottom<br />
lip had begun to tremble and the dark half circles under her eyes<br />
deepened.<br />
“I have to have my doll, Papa, I can’t go without her,”<br />
Minchka pleaded.<br />
He swore under his breath and searched again, but still<br />
couldn’t find the doll. The moon was high in the sky. He had to<br />
send her into the forest now. If he did not....He considered it. Perhaps<br />
her illness had broken on its own. Perhaps it had nothing to<br />
do with Sinivushka. Aleksandr grimaced, Sinivushka was pulling<br />
them in like fish on a line. Struggling would only wound them<br />
more.<br />
“I am sorry, little one. I cannot find the doll. Will you take<br />
something else instead”<br />
Minchka began to cry but shook her head.<br />
He gathered Minchka in his arms, dislodging the dragons<br />
from the sleeping platform. They hissed but twined around<br />
his boots, nevertheless. And then he was walking outside, with<br />
Minchka, with the dragons. The moon was so bright it hurt his<br />
eyes, and he squinted.<br />
The walk down to the river took less than a quarter hour.<br />
Frost dusted the tree trunks and clung in a hard crust over the<br />
ground. The crunch of his boots was loud as musket fire. He<br />
found the two elms easily. Minchka was so light in his arms, so<br />
small. She wobbled, clutching his arm when he set her on her feet.<br />
Beyond them the river burbled and rushed, singing a dirge.<br />
56 Writing Tomorrow Magazine