Shells began falling before dawn...had stopped only an hour before. Katya returned to little more than smoldering rubble. Flame had ravaged all. Father's library now merely ashes. She slumped to the floor sobbing. Her teary eyes focused on Mama's old crystal. The delicate blooms within it were reduced to dry, lifeless husks...as beyond restoration as her keepsakes. She remembered Father's lectures on clarity..."Words have power! Always you must use the right words!!" Katya felt...felt...lugubrious. Yes Papa, THAT is a right word, she smiled. She rose and began sweeping up shards of her life.