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Hardcover
First published November 25, 2021
‘But not today. Today she had to go to work. That was what Russian women did, day in, day out, regardless of drunken fathers or chauvinist foremen… The tracks lay always before them, the horizon forever receding. Maybe one day they would reach it. Maybe one day.’
‘The trailside plants were fragile with frost, and snapped like dried twigs at the slightest touch. Her breath crackled in the air like jet exhaust, and she felt the microscopic build-up of ice at the end of her eyelashes…At times like this Olga thought that cold was more than just an absence of heat. It felt like a malevolent force of its own, a withering, hostile spirit suspended in the lifeless air…’