“I’ve considered that.” The man nodded gravely. “I shall probably go to prison.” His grip on her hand tightened until it hurt her. “But if I knew you were waiting for me—Tatiana, would you trust yourself to fly with me?”
Their eyes met.
“Yes,” the girl answered.
“It may mean death, if I crash.”
“But you will not crash,” the girl made answer.
Twenty minutes later the aged peasant heard what seemed to him to be the bellow of a released wild beast. He saw the machine skim across the field and soar into the sky until it melted into a gray speck and was lost to sight.
That was two years ago.
Today, should you fly between Moscow and Odessa, you may have for your pilot Vladimir Uspensky, and you could wish for no better. Should you land in Moscow, you may even meet the sky bride, Tatiana.
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the December 1926 issue of the Red Book Magazine.