Translated from the Czech by Andrew Oakland, read by Sarah Feathers
A shared inheritance
She remembered the girls coming to Surmena, mostly in the evening when the light was failing so that even if seen they wouldn’t be recognized. They came shyly but full of hope. Surmena would take them out into the dark, guided only by the flickering flame of an oil lamp, which Dora’s gaze would follow from the window until it disappeared beyond the crest of the hill.