作者	Louise Doughty
出版社	暂无
出版时间	2004-08-01

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His breathing was so slight she could scarcely detect it, even when she lowered her face to his. The smell of him, like new bread, or was it her smell? She could not tell. He and I smell identical, she thought, smiling in the darkness. The barn was softly warm, and the warmth and softness wrapped around mother and child as they curled together in the gloom, breathed together, smelled the same. 'Yenko,' Anna whispered in her son's ear.'Your real name is Yenko.'