The Forest School

Anichka, a five-year-old, smiles sweetly and grabs my frozen hand, leading me toward a tiny house heated by a wood-fire. Before I open the small door, another child named Fafa hands me a soft broom and points to Anichka's—and his own—dirt-and snow-caked clothes. My stiff hands grasp ahold of the broom and they both giggle as …

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