I love the image of the baby skylarks in their mouth. This is the first real magical image but it’s preceeded by Serafim sleeping in the pig’s hay as if it still had warmth like the comforter he believed still had the body heat of his ex wife.
Tudor, the only smart one, thinks working hard is the only solution and of course nobody listens to him.
Comedic magic realism.
They let life lead them around out of their own control. They misread each other all the time.
“He felt a distant closeness to her” distant closeness.
“His words were smothered and he could not hear what he said.”
Did making love cause her to be sick or was it the champagne? Both, perhaps, but it’s supposed to be sadly ambiguous.
Why did Sloan cry with news of the war ending?