Love this so much. Two tragic, bewildered street urchins. “Come here, my little sister Luka. Come, stay close to me and do not be afraid. We must be strong if we want to gather enough pennies to buy medicine for Mamushka.” BUT MESUT, I’M SO COLD! “I know, little sister, but be brave! Cover your frost-chapped feet in layers of street refuse, as I have done. I promise, one day when I am a rich man you shall have two shoes of your own, and a whole apple every day.”









