... winters. I remember visiting the small fishing villages of the native tribes, the Nanai on the tributaries of the Karamuren and the strange Nivkh in the delta. I remember studying the fantastic ... city with skilled artisans as well as soldiers and their families, Kaidu invited my father to join him and, of course, bring along his family. Because my father shared Kaidu’s pessimism about the ... laughter is irresistible, and I finally joined in. I like you, boy,” he said, wiping his eyes. “What is your name?” “Karl, sir,” I replied. “Kaahhr? It sounds like the song of a crow,” he smiled,...