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Sunday, September 25, 2005

Moscow Day Five. Poor Men

I woke up early. Then i took a shower and spoiled the bathtub. Poor Roma had to fix it.

Then we ate. Misha and Roma served yesterday's lamb roast. It still smelled good.

Then we took another walk in the forest, but i am just unable to write about Russian forest.

We went back to Moscow early - Olga bought tickets to a figure skating show. Russians love figure skating, they're pretty good at it and get a lot of Olympic medals. The show was beautiful although rather long. Misha made a manly effort to convince us to leave in the break, but Olga enjoyed herself immensely and Hadar and i didn't mind staying. Poor Misha. When we later went to visit Zhenja and Roma in their Moscow apartment, Roma told us that the traffic on the way back from the dacha was terrible, but he comforted himself with the thought that although he is stuck in the traffic, we are watching a figure skating show.

I took a quick look on Russian shopping sites and saw that musical instruments are really cheap in Russia. An Ibanez acoustic bass costs half its Israeli price. I need to check it.

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