Month: June 2015

Vova came down and we had lunch. I had bought some pies from the pie shop and Vova and I shared them. He was happy and he even just drank water today. Then he was looking at our table and benches as he always does, then he grunted and grumbled and said he would be right back. I finished the laundry I was working on, while he went up to his home and after a few choice words, a chainsaw running and a few more choice words he appeared with his homemade wheelbarrow and we went to work…

Boza of course supervised and he does a fine job at that. So in the end, we had something that resembled a picnic table and two benches The table is twice the size of the other one and Vova was acting like he was playing cards to see if it was the right height and size. He seemed satisfied, if I was in America, we would play either Pitch or Poker where I am from, but here in Russia, I do not know what they play…

Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Well it is official, this morning at 3:00 a.m., Bozo and I started to count little squawking monsters in our yard. We have officially found six nests, a mixture of what looks like, three Song Thrush nests, Two Nightingale nests and one Sparrow nest. All of them healthy, wealthy and wise…

The pattern is like this all over the yard; babies sit quietly on a limb, mom or dad gathers worms and bugs, mom or dad flies to the limb, babies start squawking like little monsters, mom or dad knows who was fed last time and who is next and feed next in line, mom or dad fly away and babies shut up, then it all starts over again… 🙂

These monsters as I call them, are in the lilac trees, the cherry trees, the raspberry bushes, the brush pile, the apple trees and lined up on the roof top; all waiting for worms and bugs. My what a life and really I find myself singing that song about birds in the wilderness…

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Birds in the Wilderness!

Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for our food

Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for our soup

Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for our bread

Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for our meat

Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Birds in the wilderness
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness
Waiting for dessert

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Now that sums up our yard real well…

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Now I am watching these little monsters fly all over the place, but mom and dad just keep catering to the monsters and the monsters keep getting fatter and happier. Time to make them get their own food!

I am thinking about installing a air traffic control tower; it is dangerous out there at times…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

PS: Sorry about all the bird stuff, but they really are wonderful and life is grand with all the little tykes running all over…

Updated article on the Holy Spring near our village; In 2010 this was an article with a huge gallery of images. This is one of thousands of articles that was attacked and destroyed by the DOS/web attacks from DHS and TSA and several other governmental organizations. I went back today and took a bunch of new images and now I will update this post…

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Today while drinking a cup of coffee, the thoughts centered around our Holy Water source nearby…

Near (2 kilometers) our little village in Russia, deep into the woods, is a special place that touches my soul every time that I go there…

It is a Blessed water source (by the Orthodox Church) and the people that come there use a towel soaked in the blessed water and wipe their face. Then they hang the towel in the trees near the source. This is to wipe away their sins and leave them behind…

They also drink the water and it is said to cure illnesses. many people fill jugs with this water and take it home. Some will drink nothing but Holy water from this spring…

This last time that we went there someone had built a building to protect the source better. It is a hard dangerous walk to this blessed water. But it is worth it and the thought that someone or someone’s carried a ton of lumber into the woods up a very steep incline is incredible…

Take it how you may, but the energy is so strong at this site deep in the woods. That even a non believer in God would have second thoughts about his beliefs…

That is my thoughts over my cup of coffee today…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

• Coffee Thinking’s in Russia… (windowstorussia.com)
• Sveta Drinks Tea and I Drink Coffee… (windowstorussia.com)
• Seasons of Contrast Mark Russia… (windowstorussia.com)
• Cup of Coffee Today Was Delicious and Other Thoughts… (windowstorussia.com)
• Shoe Shopping in Russia… (windowstorussia.com)
• Let The Sunshine In… (windowstorussia.com)
• Our Village in Russia Survived the Fires…… (windowstorussia.com)
• Our Village in Russia is a Wonderful Dream… (windowstorussia.com)

Now I know why the original horde of little birds had to move on. Mom and poppa birds are busy as little bees in our yard. Gives confirmation to the term, “The birds and the bees!” Those basic facts about sex that we use to?, maybe still use?, to pass on one version of the story of sexual reproduction, to our children…

Now that video made me feel a tidbit old…

Our yard has so many little chirping, hopping and hungry ankle biters in it, that I have to be seriously careful, doing anything in the yard. Especially the apple trees side. Somewhere in our four apple trees are at least two dozen Song Thrushes and Nightingales. This morning they chewed me out for disturbing them and they are scattered all over the apple trees. I watched momma birds, grab bugs and feed the monsters one at a time. These monsters can not fly yet, but they are eating worms and bugs whole and mom does not have to regurgitate the food. The apple trees are the nest right now and it is incredible…

Then as we walked down the hill and met the old set of monsters, it dawned on me why these were pushed away from our yard and thus, I studied about how many broods of birds we could have, with all the happy moms and dads in our village yard. We could have four this summer if the weather and conditions are correct…

The garden I planted has been well cared for and bugs are not an issue. Even stink bugs are being snapped up for the hungry monsters. Now the cherry trees are being worked over therefore, I have to get some picked today, before they eat them all. Looks like I have competition for the berries growing in the yard… 🙂

It sounds like a barroom brawl in the apple tress at dinner time. The little ones are all demanding and the moms are all wore out. Sometimes dad helps, but most of the time he plays guard and sings about what a super manly bird he is…

Therefore, I have given up cutting the grass for now and going to let it grow again. For there are little monsters in the grass, in the trees, in the weeds, and I want them all to be safe…

Have a nice day and try to soar in something, just once today, like a bird does everyday…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Addition for bird lovers. Here we sit like birds in the wilderness waiting to be fed…

I have become forever sent away from any desire to accept what my country is doing. If we open our eyes and even look around one time, seriously, one simple time, a moment, even a second of time will allow anyone with a hint of compassion left in their soul, to see how terrible our country (USA) has become, was, is and strives to be…

Ukraine is nothing but simply a way for America to restart the cold war. You have to understand that it is all about money and your life, soul and feelings are nothing but ways for the rich to get richer. You are a tool in the box of death…

I said years ago that the Cold War was not over and got called every name but a white boy!

http://windowstorussia.com/are-we-stirring-up-a-second-cold-war.html

I will not say much today about this, because the only thing that I can really say is, “I told you so!”, about twenty times on this website…

My America and her lust for blood (I was in several of them personally,) is listed below and seriously people: Nothing on the list had to be the way we handled it, for most of the bombings are political games by the U.S. and we accept it all with no questions asked, or asked only by a very few…

Date	Country	Details
2014 – present	Iraq and Syria	Said to be against ISIS with alleged be-headings as the primary casus belli
2011 – present	Somalia	Ongoing drone strikes
2011	Libya	Early US attacks under UNSC 1973 were followed by NATO attacks leading to regime change and death of Ghadaffi.
2004 – present	Yemen	Ongoing drone strikes, allegedly targeting terror suspects
2004 – present	Pakistan	Ongoing drone strikes, allegedly targeting militants
2003 – 2011	Iraq	Regime change against Saddam Hussein, an ally who had gone rogue. By all accounts, US Ambassador in Baghdad, April Glaspie, gave Saddam the green light to invade Kuwait in August 1990. She was totally silent on everything until her retirement in 2002 and has not spoken since.
2001 – present	Afghanistan	Regime change under the guise of trying to catch Osama Bin Laden.
1999	Yugoslavia – Serbia	Allegedly to stop an ethnic cleansing that had begun or might begin. Targeted television stations and bombed the Chinese Embassy.
1998	Afghanistan	Cruise missiles on Osama Bin Laden’s compounds.
1998	Sudan	Cruise missile attack on an antibiotic factory wrongly alleged to be producing WMD.
1998	Iran	The US wants regime change in Iran.
1995	Bosnia	Serbian forces bombed. Depleted Uranium shells used.
1992- 1994	Somalia	Known to the West chiefly for “Black Hawk Down”
1991	Kuwait	See bombing of Iraq, below. Some of the attack took place within Kuwait, leaving quantities of Depleted Uranium, and causing much subsequent concern about cancers.
1991	Iraq	Bombing for 40 days and nights devastated the ancient and modern capital city of one of the most advanced nations in the Middle East. 177 million pounds of bombs fell in the most concentrated aerial onslaught in the history of the world. Genuine multi-national effort and seen by most as a “good war”.
1989 – 1990	Panama	December 1989, a large tenement barrio in Panama City wiped out, 15,000 people left homeless. Casualties disputed.
1989	Libya	Attempt to kill Ghaddafi, Tripoli bombed.
1987 – 1988	Iran	The US wants regime change in Iran.
1979 – 1990	Nicaragua	Ronald Reagan’s “freedom fighters.” Sandinistas overthrow Somoza dictatorship in 1978, CIA arms the Contras (ie Somoza’s vicious National Guard and other supporters of the dictator). US was condemned for terrorism by the World Court in 1986. All-out war, aimed at destroying all social and economic programs of the government, burning down schools and medical clinics, raping, torturing, mining harbors, bombing and strafing.
1981 – 1992	El Salvador	Officially, the U.S. military presence in El Salvador was limited to an advisory capacity. About 20 Americans were killed or wounded in helicopter and plane crashes while flying reconnaissance or other missions over combat areas, and considerable evidence surfaced of a U.S. role in the ground fighting as well. The war came to an official end in 1992; 75,000 civilian deaths at a cost of six billion dollars. Meaningful social change still largely thwarted by 1999. A handful of the wealthy still owned the country, the poor remained as ever, and dissidents still suffered from death squads.
1986	Libya	One of more than 50 attempts to assassinate foreign leaders.
1983 – 1984	Grenada	Operation Urgent Fury, termed by the UN General Assembly termed it “a flagrant violation of international law”.
1982 – 1984	Lebanon	Shelled villages from warship. Brave we are!
1969 – 1970	Cambodia	More bombs than the whole of WW2.
1961 – 1973	Vietnam	South Vietnam devastated.
1964 – 1973	Laos	The bomb graveyard. More bombs than Cambodia.
1965	Peru	Bombing of Peru and assistance to counter-insurgency operations
1965 – 1966	Dominican Republic	We like submission.
1964	Guatemala	Not enough submission.
1964	Belgian Congo	We learned to like killing little countries.
1961	Cuba	“Bay of Pigs”, a failed invasion, US-sponsored.
1960	Guatemala	Must have submission.
1959 – 1960	Cuba	40 years of terrorist attacks, bombings, full-scale military invasion, sanctions, embargoes, isolation, assassinations.
1958	Indonesia	Large scale killings
1954	Guatemala	A CIA-organized coup (Operation PBSUCCESS) overthrows the democratically-elected and progressive government of Jacobo Arbenz, initiating 35 or 40 years of death-squads, torture, disappearances, mass executions, and unimaginable cruelty (peaking 1967-69) totaling well over 100,000 victims – one of the most inhuman chapters of the 20th century. Arbenz had nationalized the U.S. firm, United Fruit Company. The Russians had so little interest in the country that it didn’t even maintain diplomatic relations. Bombers based in Nicaragua. 200,000 people are eventually dead in a 36 year long Guatemalan Civil War.
1950 – 1953	China	Mistake for future love and hugs. Payback is hell.
1950 – 1953	Korea	At least 20% and perhaps up to 1/3rd of the population killed in order to prevent re-unification.
1945 – 1946	China	Mistake for future love and hugs. Payback is hell.

Now we have started the Cold War all over again. I guess some of us missed those days so much, that we rekindled a terrible era of our lives and now we can all dance in the streets again, or better yet, hide under our school desks as we retrain our kids to deal with Nuclear attacks at home,school and while we play outside…

Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Be back later after I fix some windows, if possible. Buddy (Vova) came down and we had a look at the window situation. He says he has two one window and they are good. He says he has what it takes to fix them. I really only need one and then I have to get trim board, for the old beautiful trim is gone, I will have beautiful plain boards and paint them white. Actually, I will save the front window as original, for I have extra parts now and the side windows do not need the fancy stuff…

Be back later…

Kyle

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A Russian and an American: Rebuilding Windows…

Vova had an old window laying around. It was 5 cm wider and 5 cm taller. The width was workable, just barely. The old window was way too small in the first place and the new window was just too big. Tried handsaw and that was just too much for grouchy guys. Tried chisels and that was just too much for grouchy guys. Then I brought out the chainsaw and that worked just perfect. We cut 5 cm off the top of the window and ground out a 1 cm from the left side of the window frame and with a little bit of grouchiness, it all fell into place…

The biggest issue was cutting glass by hand. Neither one of us would make a good living at cutting glass, but we did it. Rebuilding the frames of the windows wasn’t too bad and we found that with a little effort, there is enough solid wood in the windows now to hold up for several more years now. I am proud of what we did…

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Then Vova brought by two posts and a board. As if we did not do enough today, we fixed the picnic table bench. Vova likes to sit in the shade of the trees and the uncluttered yard we have. Very unlike his yard and eat lunch and drink his vodka. I have said before, I enjoy his company and having him as a friend is why the window got fixed today…

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It has been interesting today.

Halfway through the day, it dawned on me that here is a Russian and here is an America, working side by side with poorly developed communication skills at either parties command…

Yet we succeeded in repairing some major issues and laughter was the most common occurrence. Even after hours and hours of sweat inducing work, rain on its way, humidity sky high and neither one understanding the other 60% of the time. We still laughed together, when our last piece of glass, cracked in half, as we set it in place. He said something that I knew was not a pleasant word in Russian and I said, a not so pleasant word in English and we looked at each other and almost rolled laughing on the ground. Which would have been a poor idea, because we had plenty of glass shards everywhere by that time…

Then I asked myself, “Why can’t we be friends?”

Vova and I are!

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

I write less about what is happening in the world and more about the village, when I am in the village. I try to ignore the trashy main stream media and the death spiral of the western world and it is easy to succeed when life is as good as it is in the village, but I do have coffee thoughts and once in awhile they have to come out and they have to be said…

Within the next week, I have plans to build a small playground down in the lower part of the village. It is what I want to do and it dawned on me this morning, as I sat at the spot that I will build this playground, I must do it and do it I will…

This morning I made up my mind as to what I will build; 1.) bench to sit at, 2.) teeter totter, 3.) slide, and 4.) sand box…

I chuckle at the sand box idea, for this place is nothing but sand, therefore it is fitting to have a sand box… (hehe…)

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Though, what is happening in the world, should not be ignored, maybe we should not stare at it everyday and dwell upon the crap that seems to be permeated through out the whole world and nowhere is excused from this permeation. Therefore, while parts of the world is much better off than other parts of the world, the whole stinking world is into deep dodo and it, the world (humans to be exact) needs to get its act together. I read a online page the other day and it fit exactly what I feel the west has become and the west is. Sadly though the rest of the world is trying to jump off the cliff right along with the west…

Lucky Frog

A man takes the day off from work and decides to go out golfing. He is on the second hole when he notices a frog sitting next to the green. He thinks nothing of it and is about to shoot when he hears, “Ribbit. 9 Iron”

The man looks around and doesn’t see anyone. “Ribbit. 9 Iron.” He looks at the frog and decides to prove the frog wrong, puts the other club away, and grabs a 9 iron. Boom! he hits it 10 inches from the cup. He is shocked. He says to the frog, “Wow that’s amazing. You must be a lucky frog, eh?” The frog reply’s “Ribbit. Lucky frog.” The man decides to take the frog with him to the next hole. “What do you think frog?” the man asks. “Ribbit. 3 Wood.”

The guy takes out a 3 wood and Boom! Hole in one.

The man is befuddled and doesn’t know what to say. By the end of the day, the man golfed the best game of golf in his life and asks the frog, “Where to next?” The frog replies, “Las Vegas.” They go to Las Vegas and the guy says, ” OK frog, now what?” The frog says, “Ribbit. Roulette.” Upon approaching the roulette table, the man asks, “What do you think I should bet?” The frog replies, “Ribbit. $3000, black 6.” Now, this is a million ­to­ one shot to win, but after the golf game, the man figures what the heck. Boom! Tons of cash comes sliding back across the table. The man takes his winnings and buys the best room in the hotel. He sits the frog down and says, “Frog, I don’t know how to repay you. You’ve won me all this money and I am forever grateful.” The frog replies, “Ribbit. Kiss me.”

He figures why not, since after all the frog did for him he deserves it. With a kiss, the frog turns into a gorgeous 15­ year­ old girl.

“And that your honor, is how the girl ended up in my room.”

This quote above sums up the west in a nutshell; just look around and listen to the happenings around you right now. Everything is being driven by a immorality that has no understanding of what it is doing, nor cares what it is doing to the world. I see a very large bulldozer without an operator and it is running full speed toward the horizon, it will be stopped, but how much damage does it do before it grinds to a halt, in its death trajectory?

I do not even try to listen, but lately we have become a turmoil of a world, terror here, terror there, gay rights here, gay rights there, give me this, give me that, steal this, steal that, bomb this, bomb that, control this, control that, smash this, smash that, kill this, kill that, point at that, point at this, racism this, racism that, what God, why God, who God, when God, no God, separate God, freedom is, freedom that, freedom gone, liberty rich, liberty poor, lazy this, lazy that, sloth, jealousy, greed, games, death, secrets, hidden, power, mine, yours, theirs, ours, control, rules, narcissism, abort, selfish, desires, material items, the Joneses,  bribes, corruption, deals, hate, and a million more, but maybe the worst thing is that we have hugged the worst thing of all. We have gathered within our arms, “Amorality as a means to try to cover our Immorality!”

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I look at my country and shake my head, just like I did in the past when we made a spectacle out of abortion, gay rights, same sex marriage, we actually make a game out of literally anything, as long as it covers up the reality and we do not think about real and wrong…

We Americans have lost; we allowed our government to bomb us, terrorize us, imprison us, control us, coddle us, buy us, gamble us and a thousand more things. We are lost and not even worthy of the term sheeple. A sheep has value and we have none to be technical about it…

I will leave this post with one last thought:

Americans have reached the point that it is literally impossible to reverse the damage that has been done by our government. The only recourse is the last recourse, for all others have been silently shoved aside and buried. Americans have to physically take our country back. Not legally as in a court system (for it is corrupt,) not verbally (for they silence you,) not at a Tupperware party, not at a Avon party, not at a school board meeting, not as a peaceful demonstration (which simply means we are sissified,) not with elections, not with burning bras, not with sit-ins, not with smoking pot, not with doing hard drugs, not with alcohol, not with ignorance, not with deals, but simply with everyone getting off their fat ass (including mine) and marching upon DC and respective governmental arrangements all over the US and remove the trash from office. We need to step back and take a whole lot of discomfort upon ourselves and start over. Give up our luxuries, our toys, our lives, our games, or immorality and take back our souls, then remove the thieves from office, that we have allowed to take over our sentience and control it with minor fluff and stuff…

It is time for people to realize what is worth dying for and what is not worth dying for; we should look at East Ukraine real closely, they have nothing but their souls and they will fight to the death to keep their souls clean from the detritus that the west is trying to shove down their throats. Do you think that we Americans could do the same?

As I said, “impossible…”

Maybe stepping back to anarchy is necessary, then we start over…

Does that scare you? Well it is better than the world that a handful of people have in mind for us all…

Time to think people…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

PS: People who read Sci-Fi will understand what I say next – There have been writers in the past that have predicted what is happening in the world. I have read many books that have pegged the way the world has developed and while the books are great as fiction; when I see them as becoming reality, they scare me…

Humans are really dark minded and we do not have to be that way…

Everyday in the village is something different. Like Tuesday is my Big Village day, Sunday is Market Day, and so on and so on. Well Saturday is fish day, because the ponds are full of delicious carp and everyone needs some extra drinking money for the weekend… 🙂

Last weekend I did not buy any, but this weekend I decided to stock up on fish and bought around 4 kilos. I paid them something for the fish, but for some reason, they want to give me the fish every time. They always try to just act like they do not want my money and today I made them take it. They do not have an issue with charging elderly for the fish at 70 rubles a kilo and what I gave them was still not enough money for what I got. They refused to take more. I paid 200 rubles for all that fish…

My buddy bought a 1000 rubles worth and my neighbors Nikolia and Larissa bought two fish. That was all they could afford as they counted out single rubles. I gave them three more fish and ran away, refusing money that they do not have… 🙂

Vova my buddy is doing what I did and he cleans them and freezes them. Then as you need to make soup and grilled fish, walla, you have plenty to even have guests. Just like I did today at our picnic table. Vova came down and we sat under the shade trees and had hard boiled eggs, fresh garden tomatoes and fresh garden new onions. We talked about everything, well actually Vova talked about everything and I listened and agreed, for he talked so fast that not a whole lot makes sense. But I made enough sense out of it all and we had a good time…

It makes for a great Saturday and a breeze was blowing, the sun shining and the trees in a perfect spot for shade…

I now have enough meat for three weeks at least and that will save me a fortune in money. Then I will stock up again…

Have a nice day, for Boza and I sure are…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

PS: Boza got some fresh fish livers and he said, “YUMMY!”

After we get our power back on, my next post is about the new power transformer and power poles we are getting today. Our village is getting updated in the utility section and we are cheering the power company on. Three new poles and a whole new transformer area. Yippy…

I am told that we will have almost no outages now? I always question that out here in the middle of nowhere, but we can dream…

Come back tomorrow and see if we have power yet…

Kyle

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Tomorrow it is… 🙂

My my how we have progressed into the next century here in the village. It is almost sad to see the old beast go, but since it breaks down twenty times a week and my Buddy is getting older and grouchier to continually climb a ladder to fix the old beast, the new transformer is a welcome addition…

Now since it is new and they have to come back to install three new poles where we have rotted wood poles, I will reserve anymore comments about reliability until a future date. But it looks pretty and that counts for something; doesn’t it?

I included a picture of the cover lid with the Russian utilities and writing. There is a reason; I am literally daily told that I am a fake! I am told that I am a Russian acting like an American and or I am faking pictures. So I decided to allow you to see something real hard for me to fake in America. The cover to an electric transformer box. It is strange, but after all these years and 5000 plus posts, you would think that even the most ardent hating people would understand that I live in Russia and that I am an American… 🙂

But who cares! What ever and all that… I live in Russia and I love it; Get Over It!

The last image of the gallery is my real concern, we have had terrible storms and while I have complained for years that we need to buy new windows for the village home, I have spoke and it fell upon deaf ears. Well the waiting is over and I am trying to salvage what I can out of the two side windows and create one window. The other window will be covered over, until I can find windows to replace them both with…

The storm hit and it was truly cyclone in nature. I had Boza in my arms and we were sitting in the chair next to the window that escaped and then all of a sudden, the front window blew inwards and the screen exploded into the room and as the wind whirled, it had only one way out and it went through the window next to me. That window was half closed and that is what finished it off. It was old and rotted, but the wind was terrible and it blew the window clean out of the house, right into the cherry trees. It tore my internet modem cables and scared Boza and I half to death… 🙂

I had to quickly cover the window with a screen I had and I used staples to put it in place. It will do for now, until I can swap windows and utilize the window we never use. Actually it allows lots of air to come in and that is good…

Those little demons above, desperate to get in, are why I had to seal the window with a screen so fast. I am lucky I had the screen to do the job with, or I would be a mosquito pincushion right now…

Oh, but my roofs stayed on and do not leak! That is a good thing…

Have a nice day, for we will…

Goodbye from Boza and I…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

PS: Tomorrow is cherry picking and drying day. The cherries are ripe! Yummy…

May 21, 2014; is when I wrote this article. Updated; June 26, 2015…

I have written many articles about this village that we have a home in and I have been upset in  the past when certain unscrupulous preacher boys have tried to rip the village off and greed was the motive. The era of slight of hand preacher boys seems to be over and now it looks as if a real Orthodox Priest has taken over…

Update; I have watched the last few years and can say confidently that the Priest in charge now, while somewhat lazy at times, cares and has his heart in the right place. He has a flock of followers and it is growing monthly. He has several very reliable monks that keep things going at the monastery. While I believe that they should live here full time, they seem to get the job done, albeit slowly at times. I also am starting to realize that the main priest has more than one church to deal with (?) and in fact may be overwhelmed at times with all he has to do. So I will continue to reserve full judgement as I always do…

http://windowstorussia.com/russian-weekend-russian-way_18.html

I have been watching since I have come to the village and I have to say that I will give the benefit of the doubt and get my hopes up. I hope that they really do rebuild this place and that it becomes a place for God again. Now I am not saying that God is not here, I am saying that I hope man does what is right and lets the village be what it does best, a place to worship God…

Update; As you can see last year I was still skeptical. I have been right to allow hope to over ride other thoughts and hope won. The monastery is growing and time is all that is needed to get it back to the house of God it was. Actually it is a house of God, but since people have to see to believe, then time will allow growth as the monastery develops from the ashes of destruction of the old days…

Zarya Svobody is the name officially of our village The locals call it Commune and I call it Sunrise to Freedom. I interpret the name as being Dawn of Freedom therefore, Sunrise to Freedom fits just fine…

Update; Though I must use the term Communa to make sure people know where I live…

Now what has gotten me going about all this is the fact that they are working on getting a new roof on the bell tower as I write this. Two men spend everyday Monday through Friday and they work on the bell tower. They have somehow managed to lift beams that are huge and weigh tons each, high up into the tower with just their hands and pulley ropes They have rebuilt the staircases that transverse to the tower top and they are laying beams to re-floor the complex. Anyone who has been following me knows that I have tons of pictures about this tower and it has never looked better than it does now. I also am understanding that they are planning to rebuild the church that was destroyed during Soviet times…

Update; The church is being unearthed as you read this and the bell tower is weather tight in the main tower section. There ended up being five men working on the tower last summer and while the roof never was installed, the bell was installed and a sealed floor below the bell. It had to do with cost and time, but a roof is planned in the future. (There is planned a wall around the whole monastery as in all monasteries and they have been surveying the area, getting ready for that.) I have had the pleasure of seeing inside the bell tower and it is wonderfully beautiful, even if you would call it rough and plain. The inside seems twice as large as it looks from the outside, that I attribute to the sheer size of the tower. The bell tower sings it song three times a week as the monk reliably shows up to hold worship, even when he is alone…

http://windowstorussia.com/life-in-village-is-it-too-crowded_18.html

This is very important to me and should be to you also. The preservation of a Christian based society is important in this world and never more so than the way things are preeminent now in a vicious declining circle…

I call it the commonality death spiral…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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