Cossack in Other Lands

Cossack in Other Lands

He was a Cossack from the Don River. He was strong and powerful. When I think of him I remember his smile, his brown eyes and his thick glasses. I can feel his arms around my waist  when I was a little girl. I can see his hands touching the top of my head. I see us together in one of the expensive cars he used to fix. Most of the time it was aMercedes, a Packard or a Cadillac. Again,I hear our conversations while we waited for the light to change. The words were magical, like our upcoming trip. We were so excited about going to live in theUnited States, theland ofDoris Day and Sandra Dee. I would have followed him anywhere because I loved him. I would have done anything he wanted.

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One Response to “Cossack in Other Lands”

  1. alex Renskoff Says:

    Really lovely writing!

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