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

Some pictures of walking our big Russian city…

I love to find tidbits of the olden days: Water towers are one of my favorites to find…

Then readers know that I love flowers: This is the blossoms from a chestnut tree…

Never fear if there is a fence: Russians always cut a hole somewhere in that fence and it becomes a passage to the other side….Russians dislike their paths to be fenced off…

Not far from the hole in the fence above, is this wonderful path from the old days…

Everywhere after Victory Day celebrations, we had the children drawing images of what they saw, in chalk. Pretty cool actually….I did the same as a child…

Just thought you might want to see some images of that Evil Russian World I walk in. As you can see I am scared and fear for my life… 😉

WtR

About the author

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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