"KATRINKA opened her eyes, blinked sleepily, then drawing her shawl about her shoulders, sat up and looked around. Beside her, Peter, his stiff black hair tousled and his red lips parted over his tiny teeth, still slept. Katrinka, shivering, tucked the blanket more closely about his shoulders. It was unusually cold, even for Russia. The top of the big oven, where she and Peter had spent the night, was barely warm."