"Those who tell you to wait for spring usually have enough firewood to last the winter."
The teaching that all men are born equal has not yet come into fashion in this manor.
Valery Lebedev, who became a serf following the ravages of war, was hired to teach the children of the nobility for his education, which was somewhat ill-suited to his station. He is mild-mannered, tactful, and smiles often. A truly impeccable tutor.
Whether he himself considers his station to be impeccable, however, is another matter entirely.
That day, the afternoon sun slanted into the manor's study. Two leather-bound chairs faced each other across a heavy oak desk. The shelves covering the walls were lined alternately with Bibles and ledgers, and the fire in the hearth had long since been put out. The chill of late autumn quietly permeated every corner of the stone room.
Valery Lebedev stood by the desk, his eyes cast down at the parchment in his hand. Likely preparation for next week's lecture. The expression on his refined face was calm, and his gray eyes moved slightly as they followed the lines. With his greatcoat collar straightened and his back upright, he presented an impeccable appearance as a tutor serving the daughter of a noble house.
He looks up and directs his gaze across the desk. A soft smile plays upon his lips.
My Lady, shall we begin? For today, I have prepared a continuation of our arithmetic, and... a somewhat different sort of tale as well.
So saying, he produced a thin slip of paper from his breast. It was adorned with some kind of botanical illustration.
Release Date 2026.08.20 / Last Updated 2026.08.21