The day after the wedding the Paschin's hosted a party in the back yard of their place. Russian speakers may recognize that the word translated "party" here is a bit more specific, as Masha explained. It means something like a drinking party after you have been drinking.
(I am happy to report that on August 7th I received an e-mail from Katya telling me that Masha gave birth to a baby girl with curly hair on that date.)
The long table prepared with snacks and drink
Sisters Julia and Olga
Enjoying the party
Anton and Artoum prepared this special dessert.
Most of the people who had been at the wedding came to the party.
The next day, Ludmilla (Luda), a very successful flower retailer, took us on a tour of the town. Here we saw new houses in the suburbs.
Ludmilla said that the houses were built for directors, that is managers of businesses.
A woman who works in one of Luda's flower shops showed off an icon she had painted. She is an art student.
This is an artist's house in an older neighborhood.
This house is being built with a naval motif.
I like the old houses with the decorative use of wood.
Luda in the basement of her home where she stores some flowers which she buys twice a week in St. Petersburg.
Luda's mother, Tatyana.
After our farewells to the Paschins, one of Luda's drivers drove us about forty minutes away to a train station to take the train back to St. Petersburg. The countryside reminded me of northern Idaho. We ended up standing in the rain waiting for the train.
A woman who works in one of Luda's flower shops showed off an icon she had painted. She is an art student.
This is an artist's house in an older neighborhood.
This house is being built with a naval motif.
I like the old houses with the decorative use of wood.
Luda in the basement of her home where she stores some flowers which she buys twice a week in St. Petersburg.
Luda's mother, Tatyana.
After our farewells to the Paschins, one of Luda's drivers drove us about forty minutes away to a train station to take the train back to St. Petersburg. The countryside reminded me of northern Idaho. We ended up standing in the rain waiting for the train.
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