The Fish Village makes most of their equipment…

I got to observe guys finishing a boat. It was in the main village and they were putting the last coat of tar on the seams. It is a heavy cumbersome boat, but they work and they are getting better as the years go by. I remember that the first boats they started to make several years ago, virtually sank as fast as they put them in the water, then they must have found the right recipe for boat making…

The boats they make now, are solid built and from what I see, almost unsinkable (I have seen them paddle them back to shore full of water, after tipping and the wood always keeps the boat at the surface.) At least they do the job perfect for feeding the fish from. They look good and seem to be able to sit for weeks in the lakes and not take on water. Looks like they found someone who can build a boat and they need to keep him…

But oh my, they are heavy and I see them take 4 guys to move them. I would like to have one though…

There will be peace: Please!

This morning at 5:30 am, Boza and I stood on the crest of a hill looking out over kilometers and kilometers of vast expanse of land. The land was full of trees, farms, lakes and peace. Not quiet, but peace…

I could hear a farm tractor in the distance and saw the old Soviet blue colored tractor very far away. It chugged and chugged and chugged, as it went about its business, oblivious to the worlds issues. Then I heard a fox squeal and run as Boza disturbed his sleeping place. Then I heard before I saw, a huge Peterbilt truck on the main highway. It was a Model 389 and it had straight wide open stacks, faded blue in color and had a trailer fully loaded, as the twin turbos screamed as it took inclines.Then a biplane also heard before seen, rumbled in to view and absorbed my thoughts for the next few minutes…

Beet Patties, no not Beef Patties, but Beet Patties Recipe…

When I grew up my grandma would make these wonderful burgers. They were so good and my favorite color of purple, that I would eat three or more if allowed. This meat burger was wonderful and there always seemed to be lots of extra patties when these big purple meat patties were served. Later in life I found out that grandma used garden beets to make a fake meat, so that a kid like me would eat and eat and eat…

Therefore, while this might seem like a new fangled way to eat healthy, but beet patties are a very old Russian treat. This make sense, because beets grow plentiful here in Russia and actually it is nice to eat a patty burger, even if it is not real meat. Russians actually do not make a sandwich from them, for they eat cutlets instead…

I am sitting here in the Russian Village and wishing I had some beets to make this delight, but you can make it them right now. Gather the ingredients, put them together and feed your family on the cheap today…

Purple Burgers: Beet Burgers from Russia…

I found the Mill Site and found the Mill Stone…

I have discovered the pattern of development in this Russian village’s past. It was a female monastery to start with, then it became a village called Communal and that was a farm village, then it became a school for the deaf and blind and then it became just simply a village. Now we will add the next stage and that is a male monastery in progress…

The other day I was pointed approximately to the site of the old mill that the communal village used to grind flour. I knew it was here somewhere. How I was told is not important, what is important is that I found the old mill stone and the basement indent of the old mill. It most likely was a windmill powered grinding mill and after studying the land around the area. I realized that I had discovered the old stables, fields and corrals of the farm village…

Wash Day in the Russian Village…

I chose today, due to the cloud cover, to wash all the dishes and my clothes. It is hard on me to stand in the hot sun too long and I took advantage of a partly sunny day. If this day holds on to partly sunny, I will most likely install a carburetor on our Volga today also…

I use an old huge metal bowl to wash clothes, dishes and myself in. Thinking about doing a Jethro on the Beverly Hillbillies and eat cereal out of the bowl also… 🙂

Guess you have to be American and getting old to appreciate the Hillbillies…

Circle of History: The west Proves Nothing Changes…

Many many moons ago the West started it (That impossible lenticularis motion of ignorance that the world seems to rotate through every few hundred years!) and actually, virtually everything is a failure, except for making the rich richer. We have made the middle class in the Western Empire a poor class, the poor are simply welfare recipients and we have made the well to do, a smaller class of people, the new middle class and they are getting poorer by the day also. Then we have made the insanely rich, much much richer, with no end in sight to their wealth increase…

Russian Village Intellection…

Sveta and I talked and it looks like I will be staying in the Russian village until the end of September. Then we will take our yearly trip to Tunisia and enjoy a few weeks of leisure. Then back to Moscow, Russia and settle in for the winter. It will take me probably two years (Actually three, the way I work!) to get the village home in the shape that is needed to allow people to live comfortably all year around. That time frame to leave from here this year, puts me at around 5 months living in the village and it has been wonderful for my health…

It looks like Sveta and her mom might take a trip to the Crimea or secondary to Sochi and spend a few weeks letting her mother get some sea water waves and sea air. There also is some other family affairs that are going to happen and I and Boza will stay out of the way. So the best place for Boza and I is in the village…

Next year I will come to the village at the beginning of April, after spending the winter accumulating the supplies to work on the village home and stay until September again. Sveta and I are trying to figure out how to stay in Moscow three months, Tunisia three months and the Russian village six months. Actually technically, Kyle would like to live in the village full time, but others are involved and I must bow to the masses… 🙂

Well I am limping Sammy the Volga along until I can figure out how to fix her. I have tore up a lower control arm shaft in the front drivers side and while I am able to drive her, it will tear the tire up very quick. I was too rough on her and she is paying me back. I will see when I can get the parts and see if I have the tools to do the job? Otherwise we have to search for that rare bird in Russia, an auto mechanic, because everyone does his own work 90% of the time…

I am going to town on Friday and I will try to pick up the parts to fix her then and any tools that I need. Then I will see what I can do. The issue is that it is going to be hot next week and I have to be careful. Therefore, I will stock up on lots of food and work at a snails pace to fix the car. I also have a carburetor to install and some other parts to boot… (Looks like once a week trip to town will be the norm now!)

Then before I drive back to Moscow, I will get two tires for the front of the car and I have been studying how to align a Volga front end by string / tape measure method, so that she does not eat tires as I tool on down the road…

IMG00334-20140617-1959The photo above is my connection with the outside world and it just plain works, (Notice the fine details and workmanship? This is a very delicate device and soon I expect  to receive signals from Mars and such!) I have; Last Result: Download Speed: 3517 kbps (439.6 KB/sec transfer rate) Upload Speed: 1076 kbps (134.5 KB/sec transfer rate) Latency: 88 ms on 10 July 2014 10:13:05. It is almost as fast as what I have in Moscow, Russia and is very sufficient for what I need to do out here in the Russian Village…

That lean to that you see behind the house is full of (bless their pea pickin’ little hearts) tons of rotting wood. Wood that Sveta and her family hid from sight and is now getting ready to tear the back of the house down. Everything is crumbling… (bless their pea pickin’ little hearts, as the mice and insects love what they have done…) Yes a future job for me to deal with and soon…

hot-cup-of-coffeeLast night I easily was able to receive a 40 meg file from Sveta out of her cloud storage and now I have the complete manual to rebuild anything on our Volga. I do all my work on line over this connection and find it sufficient for everything, even if I wanted to down load movies and such, but I have limited data (15 gigs a month), so I do not do such things (as download the latest Hollywood movie,) here in the village. The internet is very stable and I am sure that Megaphone is curious at who is using all this data, way out in the middle of nowhere…

“Just me!” Said the little birdy!

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Posts on the Russian Village…

This is the start of the Russian Village Posts and this is the page that will be presented from now and tell the end of summer when I have to come back home. The blog is above in an easy to find link. This page / post / article / whatever will be full of all the posts of the Russian village on Windows to Russia. There are 500+ posts so far about just the village and I will be doing many more this summer…

It is village summer time 2015; enjoy the posts…

Soon I will switch this page to 2015 village winter posts. I think after I get back from Estonia, I will switch to a new page…

Another day…
Leaving…
Leaves are changing…
Sveta…
Sveta arrived…
More than meets the eye…
Russian Friends…
Fish Heads and Coffee…
The Old Plow…
Here is where I write…
Sunday Coffee Thoughts…
Yummy Beets…
8 liters of pickled beets…
Duck Season…
A Rainy Day…
Beets and Carrots…
Village Water Issues…
Wonderful Day…
Coffee and Creamer Thoughts…
Russian Mouse Trap: Video
A Boza Walk…
Running out of fruit and berries…
Painting the village home…
Vova has a girl…
Saturday and Rain…
Windows 10…
Beta-Blocker be gone…
Short Days and coffee thoughts…
Gonna Paint Today…
Bear’s Borscht…
Johann Pachelbel it is a German Baroque…
Ouch…
Still here…
Do not work…
It is Saturday…
Potato or Potata…
How do you know?
Garden harvest Starts…
Vova says HI!
Trip to Big Village…
Russian Youth…
Life is a water bucket…
Always Coffee and Thoughts…
Thoughts of Coffee…
New Hawks…
Coffee Thoughts…
Raven Brigade…
Sisoy…
Tuesday and Village Thoughts
Old Images…
Always something…
Life Flows…
Orthodox Party Time…
Walk your way…
We walk the old road or try to…
Side Yard…
Morning of friends…
Coffee is good…
Berry Time…
Boza, Russian families and healthy…
Bestest friends…
Big Village Day…
Huge Storm Last Night…
Feed Me…
Just a guy…
Bell Ringing Coffee Thoughts…
It is never too late…
The Moon…
What do you do?
Garden doing great…
Park Bench…
Building Again…
Hungry little devils…
Blessed Water…
Bird Sanctuary…
Fix those windows…
Power power is so nice…
Sunrise to Freedom and the monastery…
The Russia I Live In (Part Two)
Gully Washer…
Coffee Pot in heaven…
Another Big Village Thought Trip…
Drying Wild Strawberries…
It was in the dark…
Mr. Hawk…
Garden is growing…
Yummy Tummy Time…
The weather is a mixed blessing…
Lunch Today…
The Water Source…
The Little Things Matter…
My what a day…
Wild Strawberries and thoughts…
Sunday thoughts…
George the Bird…
Avto Magazine…
The Garden…
The Russia I Live In (Part One)
Old Kodak Camera…
Windows of Russia…
Grocery Day Big Village…
Catch that shot…
Madhouse…
More lazy Sunday…
Lazy Saturday…
Roof survived the storm…
Old Village Photos
Outhouse roofing…
Life Is…
Moth…
June and cold…
Sunday Market…
Boza wants to fly like bird…
The past is being unearthed…
Another Boza Walk…
Talk about windows…
Mosquitoes…
Water Buckets; mine and yours and tidbits
Sunday and Hotdog…
The Bell…
In the woods…
Saturday and lazy
Orthodox Holiday
Over Did It…
This Morning…
Coffee Time in the Russian Village
Our Village (заря свободы)
Boza the great hunter…
Broken Finger…
The village homes…
The gates are up…
Nightingale
Photo Day May 13th, 2015
Laundry Day
4:38 A.M. and Boza and I out walking…
Boza and Bear the bachelors…
Victory Day 2015 – Good Times…
The Bumble Bee Dance…
Supper Time…
Can you find the lizard?
Just some village photos…
Washed away but never gone…
Sunrise to freedom the village in Russia…
Almost Cried When I Finally Made it Back to Heaven
Next Few Days…
Coffee Village Thought Time of the Year…
Winter is still strong in Russia…
Time to think about the Village… (2015)
Start 2015…
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End 2014…

Crimea: This is a red line for Russia…

The U.S. has been given a red line and if the U.S. is wanting a war, then cross it, or else shut the hell up and go back to playing footsie propaganda with the American population…

Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov Wednesday said he would not recommend anyone attack the Crimean peninsula, even if it is an attempt to return it to Ukraine…

“I wouldn’t suggest that to “anyone.” We have a doctrine of national security and it clearly illustrates what actions should be taken in this case,” Lavrov said during a press conference in Moscow with his Italian counterpart Federica Mogherini.

I have learned well that Lavrov says what he is told to say and this is what Putin has told him to say. Soon Putin will express his expectations and this is the way it always is and the way it should be in any governmental system…

Crimea is Russia and Russia is Crimea and if anyone wants to try to take it, then go for it, for that means you crossed the Russian border and it can not be made any clearer than that…

The psycho sick twisted USA has now received a red line and if they desire a war that damn bad, then go for it and we will all see what happens and I will tell you one thing, Russia will not sit back and watch the U.S. build troops and equipment up to attack her, like all these little countries have to do…

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Son: Gee dad, Why is America amassing a trillion dollars worth of war equipment on our borders?

Dad: Never mind that, they have illusions of grandeur…

Son: But I like our country just the way it is!

Dad: Well the U.S. is a psycho sick twisted country and they want our resources and they want to shove democracy down our throats and up our behinds…

Son: So we are going to die!

Dad: Sighs…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Russian Village pictures July 14th, 2014…

Boza and I are bachelors again for at least 10 days. Maybe longer and maybe not! Therefore I decided to post some pictures that Sveta and I took, mostly by Sveta…

The Martin family of birds thrive in this village. The Bell Tower is a Purple Martin / Scissor-tail Swallow haven and the old packed sand dunes are a Sand Martin delight…

I put a picture of me! I have so many e-mails that tell me I am a Russian and lie about being and American. Seriously, people from America have such issues with someone who would even try to live in Russia, much less think Russia is a fantastic place. Seriously, they hate me for it. Therefore, here is a photo of me to hate even more. Yes I exist and in this photo I am trying to look at the structure of the bridge we found. The part I am standing on is the spillway of the lake…