A New Years classic, Five Minutes, from a film called The Carnival Night.
I miss Russia. Nowhere else have I experienced December 31 with the same hope and urgency. This year, I intend to take the matter in my own hands, be sparkly, giddy and nervous, eat clementines, and feel completely renewed and hope intensely for things unknown.
I miss Russia. Nowhere else have I experienced December 31 with the same hope and urgency. This year, I intend to take the matter in my own hands, be sparkly, giddy and nervous, eat clementines, and feel completely renewed and hope intensely for things unknown.
Irina, I tried to e-mail you, but now I get a message saying that the e-mail address no longer exists. Could you please send me your current e-mail address?
ReplyDeleteCan I pretend I am in Russia, too? I think I need an experience like that.
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