You don’t mess with Russian village gals…

I hate to say it, but these are pretty common looking gals around these parts in the Tiny Russian Villages. I am not saying that is bad, but I am saying that you don’t wanna mess with them and piss them off…

They run the roost so to say…

At this moment they are all so happy and looking over the new shipment of clothes that came in to the store. reminded me of a bunch of hens clucking away…

Most of these gals are from the fish farm and they cook, clean and work the making the fish feed food system. Sweet bunch of gals and they were having a blast deciding what they wanted to buy. Grandma standing there with them is very nice and around 90 years old. She was making sure that she helped them to find the best clothes…

Grandma just got that hat on her head given to her and she is soooo happy…

This is what I have to wait patiently for as I go shopping almost everywhere. Life is a social gathering at the local stores…

We use to have saying in my part of America, “Them there have corn fed roots!”

WtR

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kKeeton

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 Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...Thank God for my sweetie and Russia.

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