Down at Thompson's farm, it was a harsh winter. And Borya was busy carving wood, instead of doing anything useful for his family.
Peter, the eldest son (15) rubbed his eye sleepily, he hated the mornings as they were the coldest and the longest to get threw, he skipped school to work part time for his family, well mostly for his mother and little sister.
Evalina, the little sister was curled up next to her mother. There was only a few blankets and it was simply cheaper to curl next to the mother, (as Borya would roll on you she found out the hard way.)
-Maria-
Clyde, a young soilder hugged Maria, happily. They had been together for years and they had one child, a girl named Anya.
"Hey sweetie," Clyde called Maria. "I have to go to the army today..."