48/56 In the place where I stayed there was a girl. She was a Russian, a princess of a great family, but a refugee, and of course as poor as sin.... I remember how badly dressed she was among all the well-to-do Romans. She was little more than a child, and she used to sing that air in the morning as she went down the stairs.... They sent me back to the front before I had a chance of getting to know her, but she used to give me little timid good mornings, and her voice and eyes were like an angel's.... |