Lisabel watched Dimitri though thin eyes. She wasn't looking at him like this out of anger, but out of deep thought. She was picturing herself on a flying carpet, then thought seriously that it probably wouldn't be for her. Surely she wouldn't feel safe on it. And perhaps she would feel sick from being on it.

She put her hand over his cheek and smiled again, "I'm so happy you are home Dima!" she said. "Now get upstairs and write Zhenya a letter, then come back down and I'll get some food ready," she said.