Frankly speaking, this is the only red caviar dispensing machine that I’ve seen in Moscow. It is easily reached from Baumanskaya metro station. It would be nice if there were, say, a machine dis...
I‘m not sure if we, as Muscovites, actually realise how many churches there are in our city centre. Fair enough, there were even more, and we’ve long heard complaints that many of them had...
I‘m thinking that it is now, after many years in another country that couldn’t be any further from Russia in very many ways, – it is now that I’m beginning to really discover m...
Many years ago (before I went to Britain) I haven’t had such passion for photography, as I do now. I guess that in a way this had to do with the fact that digital photocameras have only just bee...
Those who follow my Flickr have already learnt that I fulfilled my long-term dream of going out to ski. Frankly, I don’t think I’d get as much pleasure from skiing indoors at the Trafford ...
About the time I was writing the post quoting the passage on where all ruin starts, a terrorist attack was carried out in Domodedovo airport in the south of Moscow. To think about it, between 7th and ...
I strolled up and down several streets in one of my favourite parts of central Moscow; in one of them, Starosadsky Pereulok that also houses the State Historical Library, stands this beautiful Luthera...
Yesterday I had a walk in the centre of my native city; I was walking past the Church of the Assumption of Our Lady in Pechatniki, a beautiful building that had seen several stages in its development,...
Several years ago I wrote a poem in which I commemorated my studio. I’ve never had a special room, hence I had to use what was available. Available was the kitchen, especially late at night. The...
In the first year of this blog I happened to be anticipating the release of Quiet Flows the Don (2006) whereby I was researching the subject and came across Sholokhov’s 1926 manuscript. It was a...