No Walk Today and Thank You…

bucket of water is life

Bucket of water is life…

I am lucky that Sveta is here at this time frame. I can spend a day and recover more. I passed a kidney stone and that my friend is one of the most horrific experiences that I ever have to go through and I have been through a lot of crap in my time…

So early this morning Sveta and Boza were dancing down the snowy roads and chasing wild elephants, tigers and wildebeests  through the lower valley of our beautiful village area. I had to stay inside, even though I explained that I would have to walk Boza no matter what anyway. I got a grouchy girl at that point… 😉

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Therefore, I was doing some thinking about people donating to Windows to Russia. The reason that I am thinking about this subject is twofold. One; all the donations come from Russians or Russian speaking people and Two; I have mainly hate e-mail from America, talking trash to me about being rich, a commie and traitor to the American way of life, love, liberty and happiness…

Lets get something clear; I am not rich! I am not a rich American playing around in Russia. I am not a rich American who lives a life of luxury and drives a BMW in Russia. I drive an old Volga, I help Sveta to produce what little money we have and we do not live in luxury flats and village homes. Money is tight and the cost to keep Windows to Russia online is a burden, for it does not generate income whatsoever…

  • {I am proof positive that someone is happy with Russia and is not a paid entity to say so! Granted, I wish someone/something would pay me to say so, because nothing is better than being paid for something you love to do! and I love to talk about Russia!}

I am working on rebuilding the village home and I use whatever I can to accomplish such a task, including many old parts from falling down village homes, E.g. – windows and doors…

If I was rich, I would give every cent to Sveta to put away for her family and I have given all I have so that we could purchase our flat we have in Moscow. It was not much, but I know the money is better in real estate than a bank and Sveta is owed much more by me for saving my life…

Coffee-iconThus, as I think this morning over coffee. I find it interesting that Russians are so much more giving and pleasant and my experiences most of my life with my kind of people in America is one of hate and warmongering…

I am no angel people, but I know good and bad and I have good eyes and good hearing and a very good sixth sense and it all tells me the truth about life. I have found a good world in Russia (still many faults,) but a world that tries to have morals and sensibilities…

What would I be doing in life if I was rich? Well I hope I would be smart enough to stay right where I am at and be accepted among like kind people. But, as I have discovered, I would not be rich, I would give all my money away to people who need it. For excess is almost sinful in my eyes anymore and I still live a life of excess above what is necessary to survive. I guess that means I am still materialistic in away, for my site Windows to Russia, the internet and driving our Volga is extravagance that I guess I should do without. Like coffee though, somethings have to be what they are and writing daily on WtR is one of those extravagances…

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I want to end with this note:

Thank you to the people donating and I want to reassure that this money will go to pay for domain registration, server fees and such. It cost money for a good host to fight against the onslaught that Windows to Russia gets slammed with continually. The USA government is happily cyber attacking this site as you read this article and it really gets old after awhile…

I will not mention who has donated, but since they read this blog, I will thank, one and all every time it happens, generically, right here on the blog. Strange thing though; Only the sanction hit poor pathetic Russians give donations and the rich – so called Americans – laugh and call names…

Something you should think about and proves my point; time and time again…

WtR

About the Author

Russian_Village

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 a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.