About the book: 1899 / "...The frost was pinching her hands and face more and more... Having passed two alleys, Lisa stopped at the corner and again began to look around intensely - in the hope of seeing a familiar house or some familiar sign. There is nothing like their Vozdvizhenskaya Street!.. Lisa simply fell into despair. Her bare little hands began to hurt so much, the ends of her fingers began to prick so much that Lisa could not stand it and cried bitterly. And the large, heavy bread seemed to become even heavier and almost fell out of her hands…»