The second time through,                  on page thirty-six, with only         four to go in the passenger lists of the SS Blucher,     my eyes heavy as marbles,              I finally found her, sailing across a great ocean, 20 years old, $30 in her         mended pocket, a "dressmaker" she claims, this young woman, leaning against the rail,                  who will have a child       who will also one day have a child,                                 who will be me,             looking now at this line, reading it again and again,  the barely legible, "Sonia Sholkov," my grandmother,            a line more moving than any in all literature.   Pereyaslov fades beyond memory.                          Your mother Viggassy, gone.       Dead ahead, America.                       Boston.                            June 19, 1913.                                                                                           Welcome back to me,                                                       grandma.
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