Nika, having heard a dog barking in the yard, every time jumped out onto the veranda, and then rushed in slippers through the melting snow to the mailbox. She returned back gloomy, hiding her eyes and biting her lips. Her black long hair pulled out from under the barrette and hung along the cheeks. Maria did not say anything. She only looked sympathetically at her daughter’s hunched figure and smiled sadly. What could she say to Nika? What about, and why? Let her wait! Perhaps this is her fate. You never know, how long women in Russia have to wait for their loved ones. They sometimes do it all their lives!