a little girl lives in her dreams, in her icy mansion, her wintry village; as her future approaches, she builds a model of her life to come. the author wrote his horror short stories, his tales of unease and things creeping on the outskirts, his ambiguous tales of dread-filled adults and the closed circles they inhabit; he wrote a novella, about a child, about dreams of the future and an uncertain life, unpublished in his lifetime. the girl meets an odd friend who accompanies her on curious adventures; at last, to the big city she comes: her model of her future life has become her life, or at least a dream of it; she steps into this dream, this model. the author used his quietly menacing style in this tale of Elena and this vision of a past Russia, but that style has shifted a bit, softened and simplified, a fable's style: the story is pleasantly unreal, vague, faintly magical. the girl meets an odd friend who she once knew in another life and is warned of an uncertain menace, a corruption of sorts; and so she flees both danger and her dreams. the author armed his novella with cutting points but enclosed them in a gauzy, enveloping circle, sharp things made deceptively softer but still capable of surprising stings; he wrote of hazy adventure and coming of age, obliquely, friendly threats and threatening friends. a young woman returns to her village, her old home, where icy magic and crystalline dreams have thawed into watery, muddy reality.
but the model has remained - still beautiful, but simply a model; she turns from it and sees a new life approaching, a coach, and enters. her real adventure has begun.