The Tiger: A True Story of Vengeance and Survival

barely spoke, but in that silence, hooped and bound, he weathered a
torrent of subjunctive recrimination that would only intensify with time.
“I came back to the apiary,” said Lopatin, “and they were sitting on the
porch, waiting. ‘Where is Andrei?’ I asked. His father picked up a bag
from the ground and said, ‘He is here.’ ”