Nowadays, as is obvious, we have already seen the emigration of the propertied classes abroad, specifically to Sweden. With the end of the war this emigration can only increase.
Our poor hungry cat torments us with its cries for food. But we ourselves are in the same position.
It’s Maslenitsa. And there’s no food to be had. We barely managed to get ourselves some milk. As for meat, Masha’s attempt to get hold of some proved wholly unsuccessful. Marfusha was next to be sent, and after spending an age in the queue she got four pounds of the stuff (bones included). See more