Long Way Off

Sonja Russo · 01-31-2010, 12:53 PM

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The other complied well enough and Sonja smiled. She was not sure the other understood what she said (Sonja was not entirely sure she understood what she said herself). She hoped Raskolnikov would be up to teaching her a little bit more English so she could start to catch up on what everyone around her way sayings. There was a thick barrier between her and this woman, Zynex, and herself. She did not want anything to separate her and anyone else that could potentially make friends with. Sonja was a friendly and outgoing girl and looked for the good in everyone. She had yet to experience the bad things in life to through her overly friendly view of everyone and everything.

Sonja turned, gripped the cloth that held the few pieces of fire wood in place so she could use for the heat stoves. She waded through the snow covered ground in front of her new friend, directing her into the house. The door was cracked and she frowned, hoping the rest of the heat from the house was not gone from this mistake. She moved over the the store in the main living quarters while the other shook the dusting of snow she acquired on her form. She placed the fire wood next to the stove and knelt down, picking through it and putting three pieces in one right after the other. She used a dark poker to move it around so the embers could start eating away at the fresh cold wood, forming a small fire that filtered smoke and heat up through the pipping to warm the rest of the house.

"We were good to find good house," she said and looked around. "It need work but we do it," she said and smiled, standing back up with the carrying case in hand just as the other questioned about her husband. It was cute with how she used the Italian word and her smile widened on her face, her blue eyes bright with the eagerness the other showed. "Inside uhm... city," she said and turned to look out the window, pointing toward the more middle of the village. "We fixing up house," she added though she was not sure how to explain they were in need of materials to work on it. A hammer, nails, other pieces of wood. Clothes and fabrics and everything in between that the house lacked.

Sonja lifted the carrying case and turned toward the kitchen where another stove was. It was more for cooking but it also helped heat up the building. "How long you live here?" she asked, calling from the other room. She knelt down again and pushed the pieces of fire wood into the stove, shaking them around with a black poker that was leaning up against the wall behind it. When the fire caught up against the wood, she lifted herself up and back into the living quarters. She folded the case neatly and put it by the door, peaking outside the class to see if Raskolnikov was on his way back. "I do not know when he will return," she said, a little stiff, and her accent thick and she was not entirely sure she said the right thing. She smiled though, and turned to face the other woman.

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