cackling playfully as if making fun of her.
«You, stupid,» Olga said, her irritation directed at the geese. «Their necks may be long, but they can't see beyond their beaks.»
«Do you want them to stand up and stretch their necks to look at the sky too?» teased her sister Maria. The mother joined in the laughter, admiring her daughters, «They're all so lovely.»
By the way, Olga was well aware of the fairness of the reproach. Recently, a neighbor's goose was crushed by a freight train on the tracks. Had the birds run towards the railroad, it would have been a disaster.
Even Maria, who was closest to Olga in the family, occasionally scolded her younger sister when they were peeling walnuts with disdain from the poisonous green peel, working together:
«Shorty, stop daydreaming, hurry up, or we'll be at this all evening! I need to wash my hands.»
For the local children, household chores were part of their routine life at Solonytska station. However, Olga seemed to approach these tasks with a sense of duty. She appeared as if she were brought here from some other world with her thoughtful gaze. Yet, she was not a quiet girl. Quite the contrary – with her pretty, round face and lively dark eyes, she was remarkably bright and quick-witted. Her sharp tongue occasionally caught others by surprise. Her thoughts, though, often wandered far away, perhaps to the horizon line where the steel rails disappeared.
The realization of dreams came to fruition after enrolling in a women's gymnasium. The district town of Lubny on the Sula River, surrounded by lush green gardens, boasted of its size and featured two gymnasiums – one for men and another for women. The local train conveniently took the children of railroad employees there without any charge, and the journey was brief and not too far.
Olga's immediate and lifelong affection for her vocabulary lessons began. Finally, her fantasies found expression in correct, compelling, and eloquent words. Books, the cherished companions of romantically inclined young ladies, became her favorites, although not the sole ones.
During her trips to the gymnasium, Olga somehow managed to forge a friendship with Leonid Mirachevsky. Or perhaps, he became her constant and caring companion.
«But Leonid is mine, only my beau,» Olga mused. «He looks out for me… He'll offer me his hand or carry my backpack. Besides, he doesn't care about the ridicule from the boys. Being with him is genuinely fascinating.»
He was truly not dull. Leonid always took the lead in starting songs during their journey and invented engaging games when the children gathered at various houses in Solonytska station in the evenings.
It soon became evident that they both shared a passion for reading. For Leonid, it felt like expanding space, pushing the boundaries of the horizon. Books, especially thrilling adventures, prompted him to ponder, explore adult life, and dream of remarkable exploits.
Literature provided Olga with an escape from reality, not that her life was challenging – well, at least not until her mother fell ill – but it was not the reality Olga desired. She took great pleasure in keeping the house clean, appreciating its order and coziness. However, she did not particularly relish digging in the ground or tending to animals. Nevertheless, rebelling at Tatyana's house proved futile as the bossy mistress suppressed any whims with unwavering authority.
In the Gurko family, all the children shared a harmonious bond with each other, and the sisters were always well-protected. One could easily promise a neighbor who was getting a bit unruly, «I'll tell my brothers…» Their family seemed to expand like clockwork, with new additions arriving every two years, as if by design. However, while the older brothers were later drawn apart by the revolution, the girls remained steadfast friends.
The boys matured rapidly and eventually left for Kiev: Stepan enrolled in St. Vladimir's University, while Ivan joined military school. Now, the family was held together, as the head of the family aptly put it, by «woman's troubles.» Some of their land had to be leased out.
When the brothers visited, they lent a hand with heavy chores and, in their free time, engaged in endless debates. Stepan had come under the influence of the Social Democrats and actively participated in revolutionary circles, while Ivan, like most of the Yunkers was ready to lay down his life for the Tsar if the need arose.
«The country will descend into chaos without tsarist power!» the younger brother fervently exclaimed.
The eldest endeavored to remain calm and held on to hope of changing his brother's perspective. «Have you forgotten the Khodynka Tragedy? The numerous victims during the coronation – where was the response? No one took responsibility! And what about Bloody Sunday in 1905?»
«Oh, come on,» interposed their mother, «what are you saying!»
«The authorities care little for ordinary people; their suffering is deemed worthless! Our people may be kind and forgiving, but they possess an excellent memory. When the time comes, they will remember everything!» Ivan argued passionately.
Tatyana crossed herself fearfully, while Ivan continued to assert that the people were partly to blame for the tragic events, citing how the crush on Khodynka Field was fueled by everyone's love for freebies. According to him, giving people complete freedom would only lead to self-destruction, wreaking havoc on everything around them.
Sergei frowned, disapproving of these heated squabbles. He advised his sons, especially the eldest, to refrain from quarrels at home, and if they had disagreements, they should settle them by going «all the way to Kiev.» The sisters listened intently, sensing the echoes of a grand, tumultuous life, but they were yet unsure which side to take in this dispute.
However, their everyday life changed too soon, and it was no longer the time for mere verbal battles; instead, they faced very real ones. Whether the station was seized by the Bolsheviks, Haidamakas, German troops, or unknown forces, the teenage girls had to seek refuge in the underground. The emergence of each «new power» often left them feeling utterly powerless.
«Ivan is right,» Maria whispered as they descended into the cellar once again. «You see what's happening!»
Olga concurred; life «under the tsar,» with its tranquility, predictability, and sense of security, now appeared as a distant fairy tale. No one could predict what the future held. However, even in their darkest dreams, the sisters could not have fathomed that their mother would pass away, shattering their world.
Following Tatyana's demise, the father did not grieve for an extended period; he soon found a new mistress. A good-natured, sociable man with an appreciation for women's beauty (and, by local standards, quite wealthy), he became a sought-after groom. As we know, men of such caliber do not lead solitary lives.
Maria, the closest person for Olga in this world, hastily arranged her own destiny by getting married; she had already turned eighteen.
And Olga found herself all alone, surrounded by her father's new family (her stepmother with her two sons) – yet still alone. Throughout her life, she had felt like an outsider, not receiving the warmth and affection she craved from her parents. Her mother's reserved nature kept her preoccupied with household duties, leaving little room for attention and tenderness. Strangely enough, even her father seemed to favor her older sister more. Now, burdened by the responsibilities of a stepdaughter, the weight of everyday life fell upon the fragile shoulders of a fifteen-year-old girl, who was utterly unprepared for this role.
One evening, she wandered to the station and settled on a bench, gazing at the fleeting windows of a passing train that never stopped. Her thoughts turned to her
