The Raging Fire
This story describes the love between a Russian village girl and a high-born English doctor which is forged and tested by the fires of revolution and war.

While the cab waited to take her to the station she stood in the apartment that held all she had ever known of love and happiness. She walked around the room touching the familiar objects, the table where they had sat together over books, laughing and happy, the samovar where she had sometimes brewed tea late in the night, the neatly stacked typescript of her long report which had brought them together, the chair where he sat so often reading to her and smiling at her clumsy attempts to translate the English she was striving to learn.
The book of poetry was still lying close by. She picked it up and opened it.
“I wonder, by my truth, what thou and I Did till we loved…”
