Russia: Soon the masses will be back to the Big Cities…

“Fools,” said I, “You do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you.” But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence

Summer is pleasant in Moscow…

Russians leave the big city and go to their dachas and villages. This is tradition and it is good for the children. Children are still raised in Russia to touch the land and see nature for what it is…

This makes Moscow a different world…

Parking is available almost anywhere. The children are literally gone from sight and mind. Doggies are all in the dachas and villages also. Thus Boza and I have fun walking…

Most of all, the roads of Moscow are half empty and I tell Svetochka time and time again, “I wish it was this way all the time!”

Moscow has at any given time during a busy day, about 15,000,000 people milling around. (The influx of humans during the early part of the day is unbelievable.) It is a crowded city in my eyes, but when dacha season is here, half of that mass of people seem top leave…. It becomes half the city it was and for a few months, Moscow is livable…

In about two weeks; They all come back!

Moscow explodes to the bursting seams when they all come back from the countryside…. It is the flow of life in Moscow…

In the villages of Russia, this is the time of the year that they either make enough money to survive or they have a rough rest of the year. The influx of big city people means cash abundance for the summer. The roads as you drive around Russia, have babushkas sitting on the side selling what they grow, make and or peddle from others to make money. Babushkas are a determined bunch and tough as nails. They will sit all day in the sun, rain and whatever to sell you a hundred rubles worth of potatoes. It is the way of life…

This makes the dachas and villages not so much fun…

The city people throw trash and drive all over everything, just as they do in the cities. They know no one will say anything, for the villages need the traffic and money that comes with the city slickers…

But as with myself, I and most villagers are glad to see city people leave the villages. Then life, while not as rich in monetary means, becomes richer in quality and that is really what counts…

Except…

This year Boza and I get to experience the madhouse of millions and millions coming back to the big city…. It really is amazing to see it happen. You go to sleep and all is quiet and the next day, the big city explodes around you and walking the dog even becomes a major ordeal…

Boza and I are getting ready… 😉

WtR

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