“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
This is something we should all read at least once a week just to make sure we will remember.
This was Lenin’s childhood home that had been turned into a musuem at the time i was there. I sat down at the piano. I don’t know what made me do it, there was no one around, and I thought I was alone in the house, and began to play the first few bars to Rachmaninov. To my surprise, the housekeeper, who had slipped in behind me, clapped her hands over her mouth in surprise (I thought she was going to kick me out!) and said “Oh my, that was his favorite song, please do keep playing.” Was I ever glad I had kept practicing.
Herre is the “shed” that was down a walkway with strawberry beds on both sides of the walk. Oh, by the way, at the time of the year, strawberries are everywhere and delicious.
At one time in my life, I was lucky enough to make a very long trip that was a thousand mile inland from Moscow, Russia. It took us a night and a day on a military train to get from Moscow to this beautiful little Paris of Russia. Some day I will tell the story of what happened there, but for now, I will show you photos. This is the still in use electric trambus. Notice the electric wires above the bus. In Russian, it was called the auftobus.
Photo courtesy of Russian Photographer






