That winter he talked for hours to us — my mother, my three sisters, and me — as we huddled around our old wood - burning stove.
Toziem viņš ar mums runāja stundām ilgi, un mēs ar māti un trim māsām viņā klausījāmies, cieši sasēdušies ap mūsu veco, ar malku kurināmo krāsni.