Time to travel to the Tiny Russian Village…

Boza is still under the bed, Svetochka is still sleeping, it is 3:30 a.m. Sunday morning and I am sipping a cup of coffee. Getting ready to load the car, wake the family and get on the road to the Tiny Russian Village…

Bear excited…. The rest of us, still sleeping…

See you all sometime tomorrow morning, if “The good Lord willing, and creek doesn’t rise!”

WtR

About the Author

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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.