This is a very trivial thing, but I live in the same block of a Russian Restaurant here in Buenos Aires (we have so much foreign communities among us ) and this night, the restaurant have a singing-traditional show night. They have a garden, and I can see it from my flat balcony...and I can "hear" it. This is the important think.
This night a Russian singer, sang the classics Russians "hits": "Kalinka", "Katyusha" , "It's snowing over Moscow" , "Black Eyes" and so on...
I went to the balcony with a wite wine glass and spent there some two hours, drinking and tears rolling down my cheecks. I thought about Nicholas, and Alexandra, and the children, and my beloved Russia.
It is really silly, but I really wanted to share this with you, for you are my virtual friends.

RealAnastasia.