Rita Boutros
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 23 Jul
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Through the Looking Glass · Coffee Break Collection 026 - It's a Small World - Various · 23 Jul 2026
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This had been repeated each night since Lodovin had heard of the dead deer.
But his listeners were willing to receive an observation many times for want of fresher.
Usually Riga sat long in the midst of the circle, but tonight he withdrew early to his particular home, a small enclosure a few feet square, where the whole family slept, lighted by a bit of moss floating in oil.
He had seen Lapka enter the next room, and the fear of missing him brought him early to lie on his own floor where he could peep beneath the edge of the skin.
Later, when everything was quiet, the same anxiety made him crawl out and take up his old place on the notched pole, where he clung silent and immovable, but listening and looking intently, every sense merged into his sense of curiosity.
Ah, woe to Riga in the chimney.
Two quiet figures suddenly came straight to the pole and one began to mount.
To mount?
Yes, and seeing Riga, to seize him by the foot and sternly bid him be silent and go out.
In spite of his sturdy saintship, the surprised Riga was frightened to death by the knife in Savarovich's hand with
And not daring to disobey, he tremblingly did as he was told.
He was speedily followed by Lapka and Savorovich, who
Holding him well and forcing him to assist them, the youths fastened to a sled three of the best and fleetest deer of the herd, which Riga very well knew did not belong to them.
That done they paid no attention to his entreaties, but taking him with them in the sled, the long, steady pace of the deer soon left their home behind them.
Riga now began to cry and beg them to spare his life.
You are going to cut my throat and bury me in the Tundra, he said.
You had better not, or I will do you some harm as soon as I am a saint.
Savorovich burst into a loud laugh.
Cut your throat, he said.
Child, the tempest and the cold may kill you, but we shan't.
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