“ “Well, Alenka, you’re lucky,” said neighbor Aunt Vera, carefully touching Alenka’s bloody knee with a swab dipped in brilliant green. Vera, an actress of the local theater, was for Alenka an angel-savior, the embodiment of unearthly beauty and she was called aunt only because eight-year-old Alenka and thirty-year-old Vera were good enough to be a mother, but this did not stop them from being friends. If something happened, Alenka ran straight to Vera for help, and not home to her mother and grandmother. Vera consoled her, then tried to somehow talk to her family so that they would not punish the restless girl too much...”