Little Sister
Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed.
“Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.”
“Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.”
The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down.
He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon.
“My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.”
“I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.
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