“What are you talking about? You’re my sister…” Tatiana, if she could have, would have wept. “I haven’t left, haven’t gone away! I’ve stayed here with you. I’m not anywhere else. I’m not leaving you. And we are not dying. He loves you.” Tatiana put her hands on her chest to stifle a lingering groan.

“Yes,” Dasha said brokenly, “but what I want is for him to love me the way he loves you.”

Tatiana said nothing. She was listening to the wood burning in the ceramic stove, estimating how long they had before the chair leg burned to ashes, her hands on her heart. “He doesn’t love me,” she said in a hollow voice. How can he love me, but plan to marry you?

“Tell me,” Dasha said, “how long were you going to keep this from me?”

Until the end. “Nothing to keep from you, Dasha.”

“Oh, Tania.” Dasha fell quiet. “How is it possible that at a time like this, in the dark, so close to the other world, you still have the energy to lie and I still have the energy to be angry? I can’t even get up anymore. But anger, yes; lies, oh, yes.”

“Good,” said Tatiana. “You’re warmer for it. Feel it. Hate me if you need to. Hate me with all your might if it helps you.”

“Should I hate you?” Dasha’s mouth barely moved. “Is there reason for me to hate you?”

“No,” said Tatiana, turning to the wall. Lies to the last.

2

The next day Dasha still could not get up. She wanted to, she just could not. Tatiana got the blankets off her and the coats. It was nine in the morning, and the girls once again had slept through the eight o’clock air-raid siren.

Tatiana finally left by herself and went to the store. She got there about noon and found there was no more bread. They had gotten a small shipment in, which had all gone by eight in the morning.

“Do you have anything at all you can give me? Is there anything you can do to help me?” asked Tatiana of the woman behind the glass counter. The woman could not even answer.

Tatiana left and walked to find the only one who could help her.

To the sentry at the gate to the barracks she said, “I’m looking for Captain Belov. Is he here?”

“Belov?” The guard, whom Tatiana had not seen before, looked at his roster schedule. “Yes, he’s here. But I don’t have anyone to go and fetch him.”

“Please,” said Tatiana. “Please. There was no bread today, and my sister is—”

“What do you think, the captain has bread for you? He doesn’t have any bread. Get out of here.”

Tatiana didn’t move. “My sister is his fiancée,” she said.

“That’s very good,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me the rest of your life story?”

“What is your name?” she asked.

“Corporal Kristoff,” he said. “Corporal,” he repeated.

“That’s very good, Corporal,” Tatiana said. “I know you can’t leave your post. Can you please let me go and see the captain?”

He said, “Let you go on base? You are crazy.”

“Yes,” said Tatiana, holding on to the gate. She felt as though she were about to fall down, having walked too far. But she wasn’t going home without food for her sister. “Yes, I am crazy. But look at me. I’m not asking you to give me food out of your mouth. I’m not even asking you to move if you don’t want to. All I’m asking you to do is let me see Captain Belov. Please help me in this small way. Small way,” she repeated. “I’m not asking too much, am I?”

“Listen, girlie, I’m done talking to you,” Kristoff said, taking the rifle off his shoulder. “You better move on out of here. You get what I’m saying?”

Clinging to the gate, Tatiana wanted to shake her head but couldn’t. Only her lips moved. “Corporal Kristoff, I will wait right here. Sergeant Petrenko, Lieutenant Marazov, Colonel Stepanov—they all know me. Go on and tell them you are turning away Captain Belov’s dying fiancée’s sister.”

“Are you threatening me?” Kristoff asked in disbelief, raising his weapon.

“Corporal!” An officer walked across the yard. “What’s going on here? Is there trouble?”

“Just telling this girl to get the hell out of here, sir,” said Kristoff.

The officer looked at Tatiana. “Who are you here for?” he asked her.

“Captain Belov, sir,” Tatiana said.

The officer said to Kristoff, “Captain Belov is upstairs. Have you called him?”

“No, sir.”

“Open the gate.”

The officer pulled Tatiana through. “Come, what’s your name?”

“I’m Tatiana.”

“Tatiana…” the officer said. “Was Kristoff giving you trouble?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Don’t worry about him. He is just overeager. I’ll be right back.”

The officer went into Alexander’s quarters. Alexander was sleeping. He had been on barracks patrol all night. “Captain,” the officer said loudly.

Alexander woke up with a start.

“There is a young lady waiting for you outside, sir,” he said. “I know it’s against the rules. Can I send her in? A girl named Tatiana.”

Before he finished, Alexander was already up and getting dressed. “Where is she?”

“Downstairs. I brought her in, I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.”

“That bastard Kristoff was ready to fire at her. I barely—”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” He was out the door.

Tatiana was sitting on the bottom stair, her head pressed to the wall.

“Tatia?” He came to stand in front of her. “What’s happened?”

“Dasha can’t get up. There was no bread at the store.” She couldn’t even look up.

“Come.” He extended his hand. She took it but couldn’t pull herself up. He had to place both his arms around her to lift her. “You walked too far,” he said gently.

She nodded.

“Come to the mess.” Alexander found Tatiana a piece of black bread with a teaspoon of butter, half a cooked potato with some linseed oil, and even real coffee with a bit of sugar. She ate gratefully and drank. “What about Dasha?” she asked.

“Eat. I have food for Dasha.”

He gave her another hunk of black bread, half a potato, and a handful of beans that she stuffed in her coat pocket. “I wish I could come with you,” Alexander said. “But I can’t. I can’t leave the barracks today.”

“That’s fine,” Tatiana said, and thought, I don’t think I can make it back. I don’t think I can. It was after lunch hour in the mess, and it was quiet. Only a few soldiers were sitting at the tables.

Tatiana wanted to ask Alexander about his week, about Petrenko, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time, and about Dimitri. She wanted to tell him about Kristoff. She wanted to tell him Zhanna Sarkova had died. It was time to go to the post office again, but she couldn’t walk there by herself anymore.

Tatiana wanted to tell him about Dasha. But the effort required to continue that conversation was too great even in Tatiana’s head. To make the words come out of her mouth, and then follow them up with more words and more thoughts, was unimaginable to her now, when she couldn’t find the energy to chew the bread she needed to live. She couldn’t think past the black bread in front of her. I’ll tell him another time.

They both remained utterly silent.

Alexander walked her to the gate. She stumbled on flat ground and nearly fell. “Oh, my God, Tatia,” he said.

She didn’t reply, but his calling her Tatia made her heart beat faster. She wanted to answer him. Straightening up, she leaned on his arm and said, “I’ll be all right. Don’t worry.”

“Wait here.” He sat her on a bench near the gate and strode off. A few minutes later he came back with a sled and said, “Come. I’ll take you home. Stepanov let me have two hours.” He put his arm around her. “Come. You won’t have to do anything. I’ll do everything. You just sit.”

Alexander signed himself out in the roster at the sentry gate. “I’m very sorry about before,” the corporal said to Tatiana, throwing a fearful look in Alexander’s direction. Alexander opened his mouth to say something, but Tatiana pulled him by the sleeve of his coat. She didn’t shake her head, didn’t say a word, just pulled him, and he prodded her away a little, closed his mouth, clenched his fist, and punched Kristoff in the face. The corporal fell to the ground. “I’ll be back in two hours, Corporal,” he said, “and then I’ll deal with you.”