Russian Village: Cold and fun…

It is cold, the ground is hard as a rock and the wind keeps tearing up everything in its path. The Big Village had a bus stop blown away and over and a bunch more damage. We were lucky it seems…

Had to use plastic to cover the roof of the outhouse, after the wind destroyed the other roof. It also was falling over and I installed three braces on the outside to hold it up. Would not be funny if it fell over while in use! 😉

Picture of the home as it is right now, I was lucky, I was able to keep this roof from being ripped off

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Fat Rabbit!
Fat Rabbit!

This morning at 8 a.m. Boza was barking and having a fit. Him and I went out and I was expecting a fox or something equivalent; instead we found two huge fat rabbits, Vova’s rabbits, in our yard. Boza looked at me and I said, “Getum Boza!” Then the chase was on…

Two fat rabbits almost as big as Boza, exploded over the fence. No lie they jumped over a meter high and ran, then Boza decided if a rabbit can do it, he can do it and over the fence he went. All I could do was watch, because I would not be jumping that fence. I went to the gate and as fast as I could followed the three running animals. I got to the hill above the lake and down on the frozen lake bed, was Boza running as fast as he could with two fat rabbits trying to outrun him…

Then from out of the cattails came a fox and he decided to join the three and it became a foursome. Boza and fox chasing two rabbits. I was at the mercy of nature at this point. I was not sure what Boza and fox would do against each other, but Boza being a good boy, decided that since he was not gonna eat the rabbits, to come home. The fox lost his step by twisting suddenly away from the path, thinking Boza was going to go after him. Then caught the trail again quickly after realizing that Boza was stopping. Boza stood in the middle of the lake and I watched the two rabbits literally leap in one bound across the road and a red female fox like a rocket behind them…

I yelled at Boza to come home and he came running. He was so happy, Boza is a good dog, one of the best I have ever had the pleasure of having as a companion. I gave him an extra treat this morning and he is sleeping now as I type this…

Oh to end this story; the rabbits are back and I can see them out the window right now. They seem to have found a home in our yard. Looks like they live under the brush pile outback. I will be nice and teach Boza to endure their presence. He just likes to chase, Boza is fed well. To be honest, I know rabbits and these rabbits are so big that neither Boza or the fox could whoop them. Rabbits are tough when cornered and rabbits as big as these, could and can fight like a pro…

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The name of the Tiny Russian Village is Zarya Svobody; which translates to (Dawn of Freedom,) thus I translate it as Sunrise to Freedom. The locals all call it Kommuna. I use that name when talking to locals, but I will always, as I walk the village, think of it as Freedom and it truly is freedom. This morning the sun was struggling to get above the horizon and I thought, “Yes, it is Sunrise to Freedom!”

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I am not sure why God blessed me with coming to Russia? I am far from an angel and far from a perfect man. I have struggled with the wisdom behind allowing me to find peace and quiet and to have found a life that is worth living. I have much family back in the states and they all are befuddled as to why anyone would go to Russia and find it comfortable and pleasant. That is a shame, but it shows the propaganda at work in the west and it shows to me how full of lies propaganda is…

Therefore, I must live without ties to the states anymore. I can not worry about what my family does and or is doing. They refused to communicate after I left and even my son, has decided to ignore all e-mails I send. I fought a hard battle to try to stay in touch with my family, but they resisted all attempts and I found that to stay sane, I must get on with my life. I was sexually harassed at work and my family treated me as the one who instigated it, mindful that if they do that, guess what the rest of the world does?

I found all around me in America a country that while it still pretended to be what it use to be in the old days, it was fast becoming a cesspool of contradictions. Contradictions intentionally instigated to stir the muddy waters and create conditions to ultimately allow undermining of the moral structure of the country…

My family is a perfect example of what America has become; scared of the government, scared of life, scared of religion, scared of individual thoughts and most of all scared to get involved with anything, but immediate self-satisfaction…

Simply put; I got on with my life and decided to use my wings instead of hiding them under fear and guilt…

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toaster-ovenLife is really simple: Life is a good as a toaster oven…

For 1800 rubles ($26) we bought a toaster oven for the village home. I used it to make Sveta garlic cheese bread and this morning I made the same for me. Except mine has black pepper on it…

Life really is as simple as a toaster oven. We just make it more complicated than it has to be…

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The sun is shining and Boza and I have a meeting with Mrs. Sunshine! We need to walk and see life! It is that simple…

Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia (WtR)

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