In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

Just some images on my phone…

Not going to write much today. I hurt from the cracked rib and will goof off. That means stay as quiet as possible, but still walk the doggy ten times, cut firewood and other necessary chores. I already filled the wells this morning and still have one or two more trips to verify that they are going to fill all the way. Boza declined the last trip to go with me, he was tired and is still sleeping as I write this…

Oh and Sunrise to Freedom is the actual name of our village. Or at least the translation is that name…

I cleaned 70 images off my phone and just posted a few for you. It is dark most of the day in the Tiny Russian Village. But thank goodness the super cold has not set in yet. Sveta most likely will not be here this week, maybe next week. She looks to have picked up the flue. Not feeling good. I worry about her, but she is a tough girl…

Have a nice day…

WtR

Sunrise to freedom the village in Russia…

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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...

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