One by one, they sang. Galina chose a lullaby. Tanya hummed a soldier's waltz, her voice breaking. Mrs. Petrova croaked an old romance from the 1940s. Then Elena stepped up. She closed her eyes and sang her mother's song — not perfectly, but purely. "Apple and pear trees were blooming..."
"Each of you," Ivan said, "has a song."
Outside, snow began to fall. Marko ran to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Mama, you sang like a bird." pesni za 8mi mart
She kissed his head. "That's what women do," she said. "We sing, even when the world forgets to listen." One by one, they sang
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