ABSTRACT
ANDREI: I got two letters today. One from grandmother, the other from my sister. My grandmother’s letter was incredibly tender.
SEVA: Careful there. Moscow does not believe in tears. ANDREI: My whole life this city has observed me as coldly as a cold
woman. A woman who laughs at me. Who never once offered me a hand, no matter how I whimpered or begged her to even just a little. I’m a stranger to her. I’m no one to her. She doesn’t love me.
