Lyudmilla Petrovna was an old friend of my grandmother’s, and a person who knew entirely too much about me. She knew the sources of all of my scars, for one thing. Whenever she called, she would say, “this is Lyudmilla Petrovna calling,” and I would say, “come on, but I always recognize your voice. We’veContinue reading “Lyudmilla Petrovna”