Windows to RussiaPutin is serious and this is the red line that he has set. Watch and realize what being a leader is about. He tells it like it is and look carefully; He means business and the Russian people are abreast of what is going on. Russians are not being kept in the dark… (Unlike Plan B by the USA! ~Sarc~)
Time to end the crap in Syria and time to end the crap all over the world…
WtR
Yesterday…
This morning…
Spring sprung and bounced back. That is Russia for you, but it is started and will soon become spring…
They are filling the lake as you read this. The water is backing up and soon we will have a full lake. then come the carp and summer is going. I have said before, spring is short, fall is very short, summer is sometimes either way and winter is the ruler of seasons here…
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This really is an appropriately named village. Sunrise to Freedom just fits and when we spent three hours walking this morning, Boza and I decided that to not be free is a death sentence. I truly would rather die than be caged again. I have been caged many times and enduring anymore locked doors is not in the picture of life anymore…
I guess as long as someone thinks they are free, well that is just okay. I use to think I was free and all that stuff we are fed as we grow up. But now I know what freedom is and it is perfect and a state of the mind, body and soul…
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At -10 this morning and it was just plain beautiful and the sun came out. If the sun stays out, I will get out the washing machine and wash clothes today. Winter is long and hard on clothes, for you wash something and if it can not stay inside with you, it hardly ever dries. Also washing by hand is not they same as by a machine…
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Russia is doing something and Russia is up to something. The something is called gold…
I am watching over the years and now daily, the increase and production in gold and the buying of gold on a continual process. The Russian communist party has just announced the desire to make the ruble gold backed and I think we are seeing the start of the rumblings of a new monetary backed system. Actually not new, but revision of the older better system, that use to be in place in the world…
China is in on this process and the process entails dropping the US dollar from the picture. i mean dumping the dollar and not even carry ant dollars in the basket, so to speak. It is war and the US started it out of fear. Fear of lack of control and fear of independence and fear of too much liberty and the fear of to much freedom…
I have talked about this before and will again, but it is happening and is happening in our lifetime…
Scared is the west at such thoughts, for they really do not have any gold. They act like they do, but they have mostly paper certificates and the hold in your hand and cuddle type of gold is almost non-existent…
The east has gold, gold that you can touch, see, feel and taste if you so desire. Gold rush is coming and the west has sold all theirs and or printed paper to act like it is gold…
Just watch…
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I guess this is long enough today. i could write all day, but I have other things to do. Boza and walked and since the sun is shining and the weather perfect, I will work outside today. Besides, Boza wants to play ball and that sounds like an even more perfect thing to do…
Have a nice day…
WtR
This morning at 5:30 a.m. I got up and found that the world outside was dark, dreary, foggy and wet! Then I decided to get up and Boza and I went outside to check on the wild creatures that wonder through our yard at times and the woods nearby. The world is full of creatures that like to check on us and tell us that they have lived here, much longer than we have…
Something happened before bedtime last night and I will talk about that in a minute…
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First I will talk about what I found after we came back in to decided what we will do; Sleep some more or get coffee?
I fired up the internet and made a cup of coffee, this is the same internet that had given me trouble the night before and as I was wondering if everything would work? For I had switched it back to the WiFi modem and was not sure that all would work as it had been. It worked and all was good…
Then I started my e-mail and found a couple of donations. Thus as I was humbled in happiness…
First I will thank everyone who is donating and want people to realize that this is extremely important for my survival in the Tiny Russian Village. I have been in Russia many years (10) and have spent most of the time recovering from six heart attacks in the U.S. and a brain tumor, that almost killed me through chemo and that helped bring on the heart attacks on top of everything…
These last few years I have finally recovered enough to kick a bunch more pills and get back in shape. I found a Russian village home owned by Svetochka’s mother and the family has allowed me to stay in the village and actually live there most of the year. I have to leave and such at times, but most of my life is now in the Russian village…
My money that I had when I came to Russia all went to Sveta’s family for a purchase of a flat and that was all good. I could stay in Moscow for the rest of my life, but Moscow was really hard on this country boy and I was suffering and could never heal completely. Then I decided, with permission, to try living in the Tiny Russian Village. I started to heal and grow stronger everyday. I found an even better human living around me and in Moscow they are very good people, but in the village, they are deep old soul people and have accepted me with open arms. Just as Svetochka and her family has done in the past…
The reason that I am thoughtful upon this subject this morning is that I am trying to survive and get back on my feet. Sveta will sacrifice all she has for me, for she loves me deeply and I her. But at times people have to prove things to themselves and surviving in a Tiny Russian Village is not easy, at the best of times…
I have finally succeeded in starting a small online store. http://cellphoneofday.com/ – This store is in Sveta’s name, for my country is virtually the only country in the world that abuses people who try to better themselves and taxing us who lives outside of America is their way of making us feel loved… π
This store brings in enough for very basic living and anything more is out of reach. That is all fine and it is my choice to live in Russia and such. (Though Russia and her wonderful cheap healthcare has gotten me back on my feet and was worth coming here for.) Therefore, I am trying to build a base for surviving in Russia, if things go bad in the worst way. The store is a godsend and helps me accomplish the same as a pensioner in Russia and that I can live on. But no extra, like website domains and hosting costs; though dreaming is always there, as I work on the store and imagine, sales and good money to survive comfortably and not burden Svetochka and her family…
Thus, when I get a donation and the donation is not specific for something, I can put that donation to use to help ease the budget. I realized that the donations are important and it gives me a feel for who is reading and what they see. Though I never dreamed that I would ask for money, but in this world I live in now, my past does not pay anymore and my future is what I make of it. My government has sliced off any help it should give and that is fine, for it was my choice and I do not want ties to the Uncle Nipple of life and Liberty…
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Emotions are funny things…
I cried when I received the donations this morning! I think it was because, yesterday, I was down and out with the weather and my arthritis has given me a fever. I spent yesterday chilled and burning up, all day long. I have a real issue with when my arthritis fares up and I wake in the night in sweats. It is hard on me and I have yet to figure out what to do. It is the main thing that the village does not help living in. Everything else is much better…
People send me suggestions, but nothing helps…
But here is why I cried…
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Last night Boza and I heard a noise at bedtime. We went out to investigate and found Hooty the Hoot Owl sitting on top our biggest tree again. He was screeching at the top of his lungs and Boza decided to tell him to shut up and go away…
The owl started to screech at Boza and Boza was barking to beat the band. It was Boza, growling and jumping at the tree trunk and in the top of the tree, was the owl, flapping his wings and telling Boza to shut up also. I could hear at least four more Hoot Owls in the woods nearby and everyone was yelling at everyone else… π
It was a real Three Ring Circus and was more fun than a barrel of monkeys dancing all around…
Then I had enough and yelled at everyone involved in this caper and off flew the owl, the woods got quiet and Boza went, “ruff ruff” one more time and with his tail curled over his back, went inside and said, “Thanks dad we took care of that and time for bed now!”
Then this morning as I received the donations, I realized that there is nowhere else on earth that I want to be. That I have to make it somehow and every Hoot Owl, Hedge Hog, Fox, Rabbit and a hundred other things and its, are why I am healing and getting better everyday…
It is a miracle, for when you have been on the operating table, been in emergency rooms dying. When they have to hit you with those paddles to start your heart and operate to save your life. Then your outlook changes, the way you see things change…
I know that if I want to live a long life, I have to figure out how to make it here in this Tiny Russian Village and do it for myself…
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I had tears in my eyes as I received a donation for an article I wrote awhile back. I said once to someone who wanted to blog, “You write about what you love, you talk about what makes you who you are and they will come to read! You just have to be honest about what you say and what you do!”
My heart has been stolen by Russia and a little lady named Svetochka has been the catalyst that began that. I owe my heart and soul to Sveta and her saving my life at a time that was the darkest in which I had endured…
Somewhere in that time frame, Russia became my home…
WtR
It is snowing and raining at the same time. Boza and I went to try to walk and Boza decided before me to turn around and get safe back home. The new day is grumpy and we are grumpy and we are sad. But why?
Sveta left and it takes us a day to get happy again. It looks as if the weather and sun is in the same mood and therefore, we all will be grumpy today and stay inside…
We will come back to see if things are better later… π
WtR
This is the split between Democrat and Republican; fiasco, that happens constantly and consistently in the USA political circus…
People get ugly, rude and disgusting over the non-difference between the two parties. But if you watch what people do, you would think that these political parties are on totally different planets in the universe. You would think that their party is Gods gift to the universe and anyone or anything falling outside of their party, is pond scum to be scooped away…
Therefore, since the Democrats and Republicans are on the same planet, we simply carry out the duty of ours to keep ourselves self regulated and segregated according to some belief. Even a political belief is good enough…
Even when those political beliefs are fabricated, manipulated and force fed by silver spoon to 99% of us…
If you are standing on a democrat and or republican platform? Then you are the problem and not the solution…
I call it, “My Devil is better than your Devil!”
Have a nice day…
Kyle
What a night! The winter storm blew the power out all night, the drifts got bigger and bigger, and the world was coated again in fresh white. It was wonderful and I kept the stove going all night and Sveta slept as snug as a bug in a rug…
This morning we found this all around…
The moon was wonderful, the sun came up and was so warm and then along comes Old Man Winter and he is trying to snow on our parade again…
I got the internet going again, after last night. The wind was the worse I have ever seen here and I have been through tornadoes here. It looks like a piece of limb or wood, was thrown through the air and sliced the antennae cable in half. Cut as clean as if a knife did it. I found a board nearby, stuck in the snow and I think that is the culprit…
So with a bit of finagling and such, I got internet going strong again and all is happy…
Time to go move a ton of wood again…
WtR
Yesterday I said that it would be fish day and it was fish day. I cooked a big carp, with carrots, cabbage, onions and spices. Then used my double boiler, I have created and steamed that assembly of food until tender and delicious. I knew it would be good, but never dreamed that Sveta would attack the meal the way she did. All I heard was ooh and aah and the last I saw, the whole pan was empty and I had a very happy girl…
I took some bites, but could not resist watching her eat the meal. The whole meal and it was obvious that she needed a meal like this and needed it yesterday…
Sometimes we crave something and I knew that Svetochka loves fish and like all Russians; Loves Carp…
I know how to cook it and I took my time and made it perfect. This is why living at the Tiny Russian Village is so important. The food is fresh and real, the air is pure, our health becomes excellent and life is gentle and pleasant; even as the elements abuse you in their fury, life is good for you…
As all true cooks, I smiled and was satisfied inside, as I watched Sveta enjoy her fish to the utmost…
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I received another donation and it was also to be put toward a 4×4 truck. I have been surprised at the readers that read the article where I talked about Vova’s 4×4 sitting at his home. The 4×4 is old, but good and the real reason Vova does not like it anymore is because; it does not attract girls!
I decided that Vova is going through his male change of life and here in the village, you definitely do not get a Corvette, you get a 4×4 and a nice one at that. That gets girls, in a place that a Corvette would look stupid as it flounders in an inch of snow and ice…
Therefore, I give thanks for the donation and yes it will be used to get a 4×4. I know that Vova is in need of serious money and he has no love for the old truck. Thus the truck will sit there and rot before it moves again. That would be a shame…
Thanks again…
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Just could not move all the logs cut yesterday. I just could not do it and will most likely not do it until a few more days have passed. I want to spend time with Sveta, for she leaves tomorrow and that makes me sad. Sveta is the best girl in the world and when she is here, I spend time with her…
We walked for several hours yesterday and that made her happy… (Plus Fish!)
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I am going to finish my coffee and walk Boza. He is giving me those puppy dog eyes and sighs of waiting patiently, but not too patiently and wants to go out. Sveta is sleeping and it finally has gotten light outside…
So everyone have a good day…
WtR
Sometimes you simply wonder, does it ever end?
Sometimes you just get tired of digging snow for months at a time…
Sometimes you get grouchy…
Sometimes the endless does end; for sometimes nature gives you hope; The forest is showing the ground around the trees and gives that light at the end of the tunnel a real meaning…
But all the time you smile at the wonderful life in the Tiny Russian Village…
Have a nice day, for spring is here and the snow is melting!
Yippy…
WtR
Spring is here…
The lakes are being filled as you read this. That will take about a month to accomplish and we already have fish to eat. They sell the fish for 138 rubles a kilo, but as always we get it free. Sometimes in the summer I see so many fish that I am tired of cleaning them. But they are a great source of protein and good for us to eat. This Saturday started the fish cleaning for the new year 2016…
Here left is Boza waiting for a fish head. When I clean fish, you can just feel the eyes burning holes in you as I work on the fish… π
As I said last summer, Boza just loves fish heads and yesterday he got two heads to eat. Now that was one happy dog…
Therefore today, Svetochka and I will eat some pan fried carp and it is going to be delicious…
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-15 this morning and we call it spring! But it really is, you can just feel the difference and everyday, the snow disappears a little more. The world is slowly appearing, the world that you began to wonder if it was lost forever to a white blanket and never to surface again…
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The moon is bright and the night will be blistering cold. When the sky is clear the cold prevails…
Sveta takes great pictures…
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I want to post a thank you for several new donations and two of them in particular was for getting a weather station for the Tiny Russian Village. We got it and now after the snow clears away enough, I will put it together and we will have accurate weather readings from the village I live in…
It runs 8400 rubles and it will allow me to have even a connection to the computer to keep records of the weather here. I am excited and being paid for by several readers makes it very special indeed…
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I found another donation this morning, made yesterday and I want to thank them for that donation. Thanks everyone and have a great day…
WtR
Vova got his beast of a chainsaw fired up and he came down to cut up the oak trees brought in before winter. We got half of them cut up and the rest are still buried deep in the snow. Tomorrow, I will make a place to put the logs to get ready to split them. This is next years firewood for the winter and from the looks of it, we have about two winters worth here. But I suspect that Vova will get his share and I am hoping he will get a better supply of this good seasoned oak this next year, for the winter, for himself…
I need to cut a short path for the wheelbarrow and then figure out where to stack the splitting logs. Still kind of a bunch of snow, as you can see… π
Spring is here and the sun felt so good today. Svetochka took pictures while we grunted and groaned at the heaviness of the trees. As you see we used a smaller tree to pry the big trees out of the snow and I held them, as Vova used his saw. I was impressed with that saw, it is named, “ΠΡΡΠΆΠ±Π°” or Friendship! That is what is stamped in the steel of the engine case and it is an old Soviet Union chain saw…
Just another day in the Tiny Russian Village…
WtR