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

Scythe – made for me by the Tiny Russian Village People…

This has been my week to get gifts. The people are leaving for the winter and they come by one at a time and say goodbye and some leave gifts for me. It truly makes me want to cry, for nowhere have I ever been, that the people have embraced me as they do in the Tiny Russian Village…

Now I have a Village Made Scythe…

WtR

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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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