Our breath made little clouds when we spoke. "I'll take you to the room where I lived with my grandfather," said Misha, "and teach you to skate on the Neva." "I could learn Russian." Misha nodded. "I'll teach you. First word. Dai." "Dai." "Second word. Ruku." "What does it mean?" "Say it first." "Ruku." "Dai Ruku." "Dai Ruku. What does it mean?" Misha took my hand and held it.
Monday, February 4, 2013
The History of Love - Pg 139
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