Zero degrees on my way to school. It's still raining, but today it's almost horizontal and a type of grey mist. The walk was the coldest I've felt since I've been here, the wind really hurt my hands. I took my clothes to the factory before classes; I could have stayed there all day in my rickety plastic chair, watching the century-old washing machines, and almost century-old babushka who work there, spin my socks round in the warm room that smells of soap-suds! Viktor needs a tooth operation so he only came in to give us some work, then left us to go to the doctor's. Reading about domestic violence wasn't much fun, but we cuddled up on the sofa for a change instead of sitting round the table. By then the snow-mush was falling harder
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