Vladimir and Lyudmila Grigoryev have long employed Yulia Antonovna. After doing her work, the maid slept by the window while the masters were gone. She saw a street lad suddenly. He walked along their fence, skinny and in torn clothing.
“Perhaps he’s hungry,” Yulia Antonovna moaned, pitying the infant. She left the house after seeing the enormous clock in the living room and deciding the pair wouldn’t return soon.
