“When he finally died, Sean, to his shame, couldn’t even bury him. She had nothing to dig - instead of the right tool only her hands, a long knife at her hip and a small knife in her boot. And in any case, the ground under a scanty snowy veil froze into an indestructible stone .. Sean was sixteen years old, and half of her life she knew the earth only like this. The deep winter dragged on, and the world was shackled by the cold. But even realizing that nothing will succeed, Sean tried to dig .. She chose a place near the hut, which she built to have a shelter, broke a thin nast, dug it with her hands and began to pound the frozen earth with a small knife. But the earth was harder than its steel, and the blade broke. She looked down at the wreckage, knowing what Craig would say. And she began to scratch the insensitive ground with her nails, until her hands got sick, and the tears under her face mask turned into claws of ice. It was not fitting to leave him unburied: he was her father, brother, lover. He was always kind to her, and she always let him down. And now I could not even bury ... "Translation: Irina Gurova