Editing Homesick

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“Я увижу вас скоро, мои влюбленности,”Ilga said softly.  She reached out to move a lock of hair from her husband’s forehead.  He merely nodded and captured her hand tokiss her palm.  Her lips moved slowly into a fond, sad smile as her husband’s eyes met hers and he shook his head.<br><br>

“мы будем здесь для вас когда вы будете сделаны.”<br><br>

She could only nod in response, afraid to speak for a moment.  Her eyes glistening with tears never to beshed, the slender woman knelt to kiss the little boy who stood with them.  “Питер, позаботится о ваш отец.Я тебя люблю очень много.” <br><br>

Her son wrapped his arms around her neck to hugher.  “Я тебялюблю Mama.”<br><br>

She straightened slowly, reluctantly.  “До следующего времени. моявлюбленность к вам Mikhail.” <br><br>

And with that she turned and swung up onto her horse, spurring the black mare into a gallop. She only spared one glance back at her family; her husband, broad and  strong, standing protectively by their son, bundled warmly against thecold.  Both watched her solemnly and raised their hands as she looked back and then Mikhail took the boy by the hand to lead him back to the sprawling farmhouse.<br><br>

Ilga swallowed hard, her beautiful, pale face growing still and emotionless as she rode to the village where the train that Alexi had sent for her waited.  Someday she would ride away from the lavish train and never ride back.  She’d stay on the farm with her family and the workers who farmed the fields and took care of the animals.  She’d see her son grow every day and not in the punctuated ways that she saw him growing up now.<br><br>  

One day, Svetlana would be trained.  One day the silly girl would not be in love with her employer.  One day Ilga would find her own replacement.  And then, then she would request Alexi release her from his employ.  She had no doubt that he would reward her service lavishly.  Her family already had benefited immensely from her employment with the man and he had been more than kind.  She would have to find another blonde to match Svetlana.  Kind or not, Alexi was a lonely boy inside, but a petulant boy, one who wanted his life ordered and beautiful.  There would be a matched set of guardians to decorate and make his life safe and simple.  Such was the privilege of wealth. Her choice would be to find another blonde like she and Svetlana or find two brunettes to replace them both.<br><br> 

A small frown marred her forehead.  Another blonde would be found.  She could not do that to Svetlana.<br><br>

Her mare moved easily under her, eating up the distance with long strides.  Ilga sighed softly.  She had to admit that she would miss Alexi, considered him almost as an elder son.  But her resolve to leave her family was weakening as time went on, with each tearful goodbye.  One day she would not be able to leave.  And on that day, Alexi would only get a letter back with the train. <br><br>


=='''''Stuff in Russian:'''''==

"I'll see you soon, my love,"<br>
"We are here for you when you're done."<br>
"Peter, take care of your father. I love you very much. "<br>
"I love you Mama. "<br>
"Until next time. All my love for you Mikhail."<br><br>


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