Lana Kortchik - The Story of Us - The sweeping historical debut of 2018 that you will never forget

LANA KORTCHIK grew up in two opposite corners of the Soviet Union – a snow-white Siberian town and the golden-domed Ukrainian capital. At the age of sixteen, she moved to Australia with her mother. Lana and her family live on the Central Coast of New South Wales, where it never snows and is always summer-warm, even in winter. She loves books, martial arts, the ocean and Napoleonic history. Her short stories have appeared in many magazines and anthologies. She was the winner of the Historical Novel Society Autumn 2012 Short Fiction competition and the runner-up of the 2013 Defenestrationism Short Story Contest. This is her first novel.

‘A powerful and hard-hitting novel, it tackles the themes of loyalty and compassion, and emphasizes the hard choices that need to be made in wartime.’

Deborah Swift, author of The Lady’s Slipper

‘Its powerfully descriptive language pulls you into the bleakness of war, the longing for peace, and the exhilaration of profound, unconditional love.’

Marie Silk, author of Davenport House

‘I didn’t want this story to end. It’s one of those books you hold close to your heart and don’t want to let go … left me speechless and wanting more.’

Sharon Laker, author of The Railway Mice of Countesthorpe

‘I cried, smiled, gasped and laughed while reading this book. It will stay with me long after I’ve finished it.’

J.L. Leslie, author of Tame Me

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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018

Copyright © Lana Kortchik 2018

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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E-book Edition © December 2018 ISBN: 9780008314835

Version: 2018-11-16

Table of Contents

Cover

About the Author

Praise for The Story of Us

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Part I – In Iron Shackles

Chapter 1 – Black Cloud Descending

Chapter 2 – The Barbaric Hordes

Chapter 3 – The Soldier

Chapter 4 – The Bleak Despair

Chapter 5 – A City Ablaze

Chapter 6 – The River of Death

Chapter 7 – The New Beginnings

Chapter 8 – The Snow and the Illusions

Chapter 9 – The Icy Fortress

Chapter 10 – At the Crossroads

Chapter 11 – The Impossible Choices

Chapter 12 – A Beacon of Happiness

Chapter 13 – Freedom’s Elusive Glare

Part II - The Everlasting Hope

Chapter 14 – Rays of Sunshine

Chapter 15 – The Utmost Chaos

Chapter 16 – Tentative Promises

Chapter 17 – A World Aflutter

Chapter 18 – Against All Odds

Chapter 19 – Waiting for a Miracle

Chapter 20 – The Battle of Kiev

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

Dear Reader

Thank You for Reading!

Keep Reading…

About the Publisher

For my mum.

Thank you for always believing in me.

September 1941

It was a warm September afternoon and the streets of Kiev were crowded. Just like always, a stream of pedestrians engulfed the cobbled Kreshchatyk, effortlessly flowing in and out of the famous Besarabsky Market. But something felt different. No one smiled, no one called out greetings or paused for a leisurely conversation in the shade of chestnut trees that lined the renowned street. On every grim face, in every mute mouth, in the way they moved – a touch faster than usual – were anxiety and unease, as if nothing made sense to the Kievans anymore, not the bombings, nor the fires, nor living in constant fear.

Most stores were padlocked shut and abandoned, and only one remained open on the corner of Taras Shevchenko Boulevard and Vladimirovskaya Street. A queue gradually swelled with people, until they spilled over into the road, blocking the way of the oncoming cars that screeched to a stop, horns blaring and harsh words emanating from their windows. Soon, as is often the case in a line for groceries, a heated argument broke out near the entrance to the store.

‘I’ve been standing here since four this morning, I’m not letting you ahead!’ screamed a red-faced man with dull eyes. He looked angry enough to strike the intruder, a small woman holding an infant.

‘I have a baby. She hasn’t eaten since yesterday,’ the woman pleaded, lifting her little girl for everyone in the queue to see.

‘So what? You are not the only one with a mouth to feed,’ said the angry man.

The woman moved towards the end of the line, while her baby screamed at the top of her lungs.

‘Do we have to listen to this?’ were the parting words from the man.

‘Come over here, my dear,’ said an old woman dressed in a winter coat with a kerchief over her head, despite the mild weather. ‘You can go in front of me if you like.’

‘Why are you letting her ahead? We’ve been waiting for hours,’ complained a matronly lady behind the old woman.

‘And another two minutes won’t make a difference,’ replied the old woman in an I-won’t-hear-any-argument voice. And apart from a few belligerent looks, she didn’t get any.