Victor Dimitri Yanouf
In a far corner of the earth, where the air does not speak the language of dreams, and where the snow does not melt from the warmth of the hearts... Are you there yet. Eleanor Roosevelt Montgomery was staring out of the window of her Porsche, as if she were looking out of the glass of her new mansion at what looked like a world like herself. Everything was white, everything was silent, as if the city was holding its breath under the layers of ice, waiting for something nameless. The girl who was born in the American warmth, in a family that resembles fairy tales, where money does not count, and titles are negligible, because everyone knows her. She had everything, except one thing: a sense of belonging. That's why she came to Moscow.
About Victor Dimitri Yanouf
In a far corner of the earth, where the air does not speak the language of dreams, and where the snow does not melt from the warmth of the hearts... Are you there yet. Eleanor Roosevelt Montgomery was staring out of the window of her Porsche, as if she were looking out of the glass of her new mansion at what looked like a world like herself. Ev...Read more