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Show 120 with his family, and when he said he was going for a walk to get some fresh air. No amount of fresh air would cure him; he was dizzy with love. For Yulyona. The many reasons why his love might be hopeless -- and the main one was the difference in their ages -- he refused to consider. Nothing mattered except that he was in love, for the first time in his life. He felt kinship with Andy, with Jame, with Emil Hrenko, with every other man who had ever loved a woman. Only weeks before, their behavior had seemed strange to Karl, even foolish, but now he understood, The Russian Orthodox Church stood on the crest of a hill overlooking the bridge Karl and Jame had crossed to the Firth Sterling plant. The church's walls were wooden, its roof steeply sloped, its bell tower topped by an onion-shaped dome that supported a cross with three bars, the bottom one slanted downward. No one was outside, but Karl hid himself in a cluster of trees so that if anyone should come out, they wouldn't wonder why he was hanging around. From where he stood he had a clear view of the Monongehela River far beneath him, and of the mills on both sides of the river. Billowing columns of steam rose from the mills' smokestacks to the dingy sky. Railroad tracks, lines and lines of them, edged the mills, and railroad cars, looking as small as matchboxes from where Karl stood, rolled along the tracks. Even at that distance, and through the deeper rumble of the laboring mills, Karl could hear the screech of the trains as they moved their loads of coal and iron ore. Next to the railroad tracks lay huge mounds of black coal that would be baked into coke, and orange ore that would become steel, mounds shaped |